Why She's Crazy
Her tears drag down like hailstorms -
leaving welts across her face.
Her shrieks & cries for help -
have driven everyone away.
Perhaps it's been her silence, though -
thats earned her such a grief.
Or possibly her drive-
that's sought for beauty; buried deep.
It likely, could be foolishness -
(for) she's chased such childish dreams.
With expectations far too high-
(of) those who far exceed her league.
Does she not get she'd be better off-
if she'd ever shut her mouth?
Or will she ever understand-
tears won't save her through droughts?
Her words have rendered useless-
never mattered in any way.
See, if shed learn her place, perhaps-
a man might wish to stay.
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