Her Hypocrisy
Most hated her, she was hated by many
Makeup painted upon her unkissed skin.
Hair flailing with life and will.
Distant memories of who she could have been.
Violent father, mother dead,
Addicted brother, is what was said.
She's broken, failing, she needs more.
Dying and oh-so insecure.
She could have been a superstar,
The world could known her name,
She could have been a somebody.
If she could live through the pain.
Lost and feeling unwanted.
The knife her only friend.
Her knife and her presciption pills.
Her life was near it's end.
She looked in the mirror and saw herself,
As a raped, abused doormat.
Hated her life, wanted to die,
But a boy changed all of that.
Another depressing poem from Shannon. Review pleeeeeze, they make me smile like a moron...and Idea's on a new poem would be welcome.
Love Shann!