The Girl With No Name
By: Schyler Albrecht
She sits in the grass; the wind sweeps her hair,
but all she does is give a blank stare.
Some call her weird, mysterious, creepy, others
say she walks in your shadow; is needy.
It is true, she is needy, she knows people think she’s
creepy. But she sits alone, under a banyan,
listening to her thoughts echoing in a canyon that
she calls “my mind”.
Her parents keep screeching, yelling and preaching
their hate to the world while she tries on sleeping.
But all she does is stare at the mountains, wondering,
dreaming of escape.
A lone tear rolls down her cheek, as she thinks the
The Girl With No Name.