If this is bad poetry thread here's one of mine, im sure this is way off topic. Oh well.

Dance Grotesque

They stare but do not see
My brothers, my sisters, and me
Medusa can turn to stone
Which is why she is alone.

At nine, a princess, so she's told
Can she believe it still, this damn old?
She says,"Hold me, I miss my home
Just five minutes, I'm all alone"

Turn and turn your eyes
From the monsters you walk beside
I hear the voices I hear the sighs
I look like you but I'm them inside.

She says,"I'm blind will you take me home?"
Sly taxmen they gather round
Bumping and bumping and free to roam
They watch her, I watch them
Pretty so pretty, the toys we've found