little freak

you talk to yourself
don't you?

you.
with your floppy brown hair
and dirty overalls
and oversized glasses resting on your
pert
little
nose.

you're just so
god
damned
cute.

makes me sick.

as you walk your many sidewalks
watching the
cracks
in the concrete.

stumbling and shuffling your feet
eyes down
transfixed.
looking at something
something
that holds your attention.

some grass between the cracks?
an ant?
a grey
wet
puddle in your path?

you little freak!

you DO talk to yourself
don't you?
or was it your imaginary friend...
what was his name again?
bob newbuss.

you say you saw him.
you say he died.
you say they killed him.
you say they buried him in your backyard.

and he screams
doesn't he?
and you hear these screams...
but nobody else can...

funny isn't it?

stupid liar.
stupid lies.
little white lies that catch up with
you
on your many sidewalks
like a pesky shadow
always at your feet.

right
behind
you.

little secrets and funny stories that
nobody
else will ever laugh at.
but you laugh
don't you?

you giggle and titter and tip
and cry hard enough to
piss yourself.

i bet you wet your bed
don't you?

thinking about
naked little girls and
killing your parents and
cutting frogs open with
dull knives
and
and

and

you fucking sicko!

and then
and then you look around
just to make sure
to make VERY sure
that nobody is watching you.

sure that nobody is pointing at
you.

like they used to.

remember?

you.
in your little corner
those familiar shadows pointing their fingers at
you.

they pointed and
scolded and
scalded and
grabbed
you.

like hot water in a tub
burning
tugging
prodding your
tender
virgin
skin.

they touched you didn't they?
touched you and made you
cry
like a baby.

pushed you toward a bit of
madness
didn't they?

those shadows can be very nasty.

but you stay away from
shadows now.

you stay away from dark rooms
with corners
and walls
and dark.

closing
in
tighter
darker.

who do you talk to when you're all alone?
when you're ALL alone?
what else are you doing?
what
do
you
do
when nobody else is around?

flip flip flip
through dirty magazines?
eyes wide open?
tongue hanging out?

osh
kosh
b'gosh
down around your ankles?
drooling?
sweating?
swelling?
fant-
a-
siz-
ing...

little pervert.

talking to yourself again...
aren't you?

i bet...

i just bet that you're one of those

freaks.

words