The golden hair danced upon her empty hollow head

She thought that her hidden other self was just dead

Silently I watch from the sidelines and took all my notes

The plastered fake smile that she wore with matching totes

I was physically there that deadly “I didn’t mean it”dark night

She cried after the gun fired and I knew she just wasn’t right

So only three know the tale of thee and now it’s down to two

She has no idea that I know the full story that happened is true

The memorial service was held and she cried fake poor me tear

I stood behind her if she needed but it is I that she really does fear

The envelope was passed inside the sympathy decorated card

The clear tracing tip was placed in her car so to follow was not hard