axeslade | wow

I've really been churning out the original stuff today, haven't I? Anyway, this doesn't have a title yet. All suggestions would be appreciated. Once more, inspired by a Tori song.

Title: ???
Rating: PG
Reasons: Mild sexual references
Genres: General/Angst
Feedback: axebichick@yahoo.com

She's only different...

All they see is the skin. The tight bright clothes that seems like they've been painted on and yet she walks as if they're the billowiest silk. The spiked heeled boots that go up to her knees that allow her to look sexy and somehow let her dance across ice and puddles while even those in snow boots slip. The black hair pulled away from her face besides that one streak that constantly changes colour, almost like a mood ring because it seems to always match her flashing ice eyes. The glitter caressing her eyes and lips, making her shimmer and sparkle even more than the clothing does. Sometimes they might even hear her speak, a cool cloud falling down from a great height onto their ears. Her name is whispered sometimes, rumors about Concertina doing drugs or sleeping with that guy who got arrested last week. They mock and laugh and point at the outside, all they know. They don't see her insides, her heart and soul. They think it's all to seem better, to get attention. But it's not. It's to hide something else, something much more painful. She can handle being made fun of for the things she wears and does in public, and the rumors don't touch her. Especially when it's about a boy. She smiles weakly and maybe laughs when it's about a boy. They want her to laugh, because if she doesn't they'll see the real her. And the real Concertina is scared of the world, afraid it would kill her. Her body might live, this shell that she prances about, but not her. They would tear her apart if they knew she wanted to dance amongst the stars, spin and twirl around a vixen in a suit. But she knows this pain is only temporary. That it is only.

....in this reality