The Child of Unique Experiences

They wring their hands
they worry and shout
but  she's the one knowing
what it's really about.
Standing silent and calm
the girl who's seen all
a child of unique experiences
and she's just enthralled

by dark pen on pale silk.
A blight to such purity
but somehow enchanting.
(Or a feeling of that  ilk.)

Purity is too mainstream
anyway, she should know!
Her mind is warped and tainted-
it's much more fun than snow
white blankness. She'd
rather feel too much pain
than robotize her heart-
such a chore is in vain.

Depending on people
she's never even met,
sometimes the girl thinks
"How much worse can life get?"
Then she smiles, and remembers-
the child's uniqueness shines through
and thinks for one in her circumstance
life is happy and true

The girl cannot touch her stranger friends
but  as the world seems barely real,
she says the only thing that matters
is how they make her feel.