Her eyes puffy
Her nose stuffy
She had to be chill
While she's high on a pill.
Dark creeps on
The sobs go strong
Her memories are fears
Her face stained by tears.
She picks up the pace
Fashioning a happy face
She needs to show
Happy eyes that glow.
The straw is thick
So its easy to trick
Those who come close
To notice her comatose.
Quickly she makes
The long wooden stake
For which to drive
Right through the inside.
A rapping at the door
Her heart nearly hits the floor
Just in time
She finishes, its fine.
She holds up her Straw Man
To convince her Gran
That its her instead
And that she's not lost her head.
For now her Straw Man will do
Hopefully by then she'll be okay too.
