The Resistance

That mind of hers was crazy, her soul wild

She oppressed them with a childlike mentality

She was simply lonely.

And this was the only place that did not make her feel as such

People came and left, similar to the ones in her life

No stranger she was to estrangement, yet somehow in here

Her heart was at peace, her brain preoccupied

It helped keep her creeping insanity at bay

Why couldn’t they understand her desperate pleas?

Did she have to get on her knees?

Was profit all that mattered to them?

What about the happiness of the people in that place?

Sure, her being there had no benefit to them

And so, she was forced out for refusing to leave

But still, she didn’t see anything wrong

In not wanting to leave the supermarket.


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