It takes her a minute or five
to be a able to fit into a specific pants size
Hours spent popping
pimples
Extra cash spent to iron out
all the wrinkles
She feels old
Old in her young skin, she feels
like a broken cord
She’s crooked in her
mold
Men with 20/20 vision call
her pretty
Men who seem to know what
real beauty is call her beautiful
She’s a glass half full
She’s almost at the brink of
perfection but quite able to convince her mind on her selection
Indecisive mind
One of a kind
Traits of a pretty girl
Bulimic, cutter, normally
frail
Trying to keep up with the
standards of this world
Popping pills, always on a
bottle, suicide an option when all else fails
Seeking an expensive
lifestyle, never pushing to be great
Comfortable with a slightly
above comfortable state
Having a rich man, with a
nice car, good job, pays the bills, pays for the hair, only asks for one thing
Selling her pride for a few
nights in between the sheets and waking up sore, regular is such a bore
She gets the things of the
world but pays with her body
Behind closed doors, let's
play mummy and daddy
When she gets home, draws the
curtains, mirror mirror on the wall “I have everything, why then do I feel so
alone?"
"Life's a party, let's
all get stoned!"
Watching life pass her by,
missing out on its simplicity
Mind wars, never relived
Losing her reputation, her
dignity
Uncomfortable in her skin,
losing sleep
Heavy laden, always packing
underneath her eyes
Tongue twisted, always tells
lies
Road trip down memory lane,
guilt tripped down to her knees
Listened to a couple of
lectures but none of them are actually received
Knowing right from wrong but wishing
there was something in between
All too familiar with the
middle
A trail of men all tattooed
with wealth follow her like a fleet
She wants out but giving up
the cars, the money, the perfect life is not on her agenda
The vacations, sweet spots
marked on her calendar
5 star hotels, rooms scented
with lavender
It’s all too fun to give it
all up
5 decade old wines, rarely
drinks pop
Traded in her dignity, for
her virginity
Seems Impossible to take back
what she's already lost
Her real friends, her family
and all the people that matter the most
Her shadow has left her, her
errors haunt her like a ghost
Her life depicts all the
things a girl should never do
She got herself in this mess
and now it’s hard to leave
Thinking of
the price she’s had to pay for that expensive weave
You would not
believe
She’s reached
the end of the road
A couple of
bad seeds she’s sowed
Party every
weekend, yolo!
Awakening moment, her life is
borrowed
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