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The medium has always been misunderstood
People always said she was crazy
People said that she's no good
She should get a job and stop being lazy
Talking to ghosts was wrong, they said
We think she worships the devil
Either that or it's all in her head
We think that she is evil
She tried to pray the ghosts away
But they became her friends
So she allowed them to stay
Though she sometimes feared it was all just pretend
She tried to seek out others like herself
Only to discover to her dismay
That there was simply nobody else
Nobody else who wanted to play
"Why do you make friends with the ghosts?"
The other psychics scoffed
"You shouldn't be their host"
"You need to send them right off"
The medium thought that maybe
If she sent the spirits away
She could find a husband and have babies
And be a good and normal person each day
But her romances never worked out
And her friends just wanted to drink
She was left alone with her sorrow and doubt
And too much time to think
She considered taking her life
Because she felt so lost
She had failed at being a wife
She was alone and cast off
Her world was too sad and dark
So she let the spirits return
Ignoring others' callous remarks
About how she'd go to hell and burn
Sometimes she wonders if she is insane
To believe she can sense the ghosts
But the ghosts love her and sing the refrain
"We think that she is the most!"
For my friend and writing sister Cie
From Psychopants
(Blooming Psycho)
And maybe some ghosts
I'm glad I know you
And the ghosts are glad they do too
