Banshee

She thinks she is just like me, but she is only a fake in my eyes,
An aberration that flashes around a plastic grin.
She thinks no one will find her or even ask why her motives make no sense.
She cannot stop to see the reality and find out we are here to help – no subjugation.
I know she is torn but she needs to wake up and smell this reek of despicable lies.
With her stench of fear and stares, I know this will end.
Her movement stirs and now one of us will surely die of this disturbance.