~*~ This is for the Edna in all of us ~*~

Edna

Edna is afraid.
What set this off?
Why did she do this?
She tried to fit in,
She bought their clothes,
From those "popular stores"
But still,
They made fun of her.
Why do they do this?
She wondered.
Is it my hair,
Eyes,
Body,
Face,
Shoes,
Socks,
Pants,
Shirts?
She couldn't figure it out,
So she tried harder.
And they made fun of her more.
Then she got depressed.
She gave up.
She didn't care anymore.
All she could think about,
Was how much she hated,
HATED them.
The depression got worse,
The anger grew.
Edna started to cut,
To release her pain.
She ignored them now,
And they ignored her.
She's practically invisible to them.
Edna was depressed,
Hurt,
Scared,
Alone,
Confused,
Scarred,
Lost.
Edna was lost.
She had nowhere to go,
No one to talk to.
So she formed a plan.
Maybe it was all those kids,
The school shooters,
Who gave her the idea.
But Edna didn't need a gun,
All she needed was a knife,
Her knife,
Stained red with her blood.
What has Edna done?
Kids are screaming,
Running away from her.
The fire alarm is going off.
Edna looks down,
There lies her enemy,
The enemy,
That bitch who thought she was all that.
Well,
Edna showed her.
Edna pulls the knife out of her enemy,
And holds it up to the light.
That silvery blade,
Shining in the light.
Edna feels a tear roll off her cheek.
Oh well,
Emotions end here.
Edna draws the knife across her neck.
Edna isn't afraid anymore.