It sits in the corner,
It asks you for you name.
You find her to be odd,
Maybe even insane.
She asks you a question,
In silence, you remain.
But why do you do this?
She asks you her name.
You realise your acknowledgment,
She is not just an it.
You run to the corner.
Right there you will sit.
Am I going crazy?
Well maybe, just a bit.
And someone walks up to you.
You ask for their name as you sit.