She had turned her head away,
Now she turned it slowly back again.
It was crimson
And there were tears in her eyes.
She spoke now with all the childishness
Back in her voice:
“Why should I go away?
And be made to go away?
They don’t want me,
But I’ll stay.
I’ll stay and make everyone sorry.
I’ll make them all sorry.
Hateful pigs!”
Burton's World 