There’s that girl outside my window
Always looking in, day and night
Watches, guards my bedroom, lets me know when
It’s safe. I don’t know how she got there
My house was built upside-down
And she’s clinging to the shingles
On the north side where there’s no sun
In the winter she stays close to the chimney
Or goes in the attic. In the summer I
Try to talk to her but she whispers
And she’s a good climber
She tries to play games but I am too smart
I smile at her but she screams
She punches through the glass and grabs me
Puts a whisper to my ear, “Never.”
I break away and throw socks at her
Smelly, black socks. She usually eats them
This crazy-diet girl. Now she’s selling
Me the rest of my life.
It’s a lot of money and
What if I want to change it later?
Tap, tap, tap,
She keeps me awake at night
If only she could fly
I could take my hat off
At the end of the day, cry
And If only she would die
Then I could go to sleep
And forget that lie
Sounds like the girl in the story is very backed away from this other person in the house because of her many "whispers"? Yet she stays close enough day and night. She's tells you what to do but you say or do something to make her stop talking and she usually takes your crap. i dunno i was bored and trying to figure it out....i would have to really kinda be you im guessing ahah
good write up...feelings behind a weird story is good, hidden