SuperDuperPhooWah

She walked to school                Every day A fake smile painted on her face,   Anticipating memories and scars                        she can't and won't erase. Pale, deathly, skin and bones                A body all her own, Was ridiculed, provoked--undone       Until she was alone. They never felt remorse   Towards the words they said to her.              Like rusted knives, they cut too deep,       Her self esteem, an endless blur. You're worthless.          You're nothing.                 You were never really smart.   Each word, a razor in her chest        That ripped into her fragile heart.   You're fat.       

Pink high heels wrapped around a glass ego A tight tube top to protect a numbing heart Thick lip stick to forgive but not forget And a concrete slab called home She traded teddy bears   For fish nets And cotton candy dreams    For broken beauty queens... Daddy's little girl          is a little girl                no more. Leather mini skirts keep her insides in, emotions out Mascara wands to cover up the windows to her soul Fake golden curls to hide the girly lockes once called her own And a concrete slab called home She traded teddy bears   For fish nets And cotton candy dreams   For broken beauty queens...

I don't write to please other people. I write for me. I don't write to show the world that my words can fit a poetic standard. I write to show the world that there is more to life than what we see, what we feel, who we are. I don't write to prove myself. I write to experience the new, to learn and accept that no one is perfect. I don't write to be someone I'm not. I write to be myself, the only person I can be. I don't write to follow the rules in the world. I write to create my own world. I don't write because I'm supposed to. I write because it's in me, because I want to, because I can. I don't write to impress the critics. I write in