Bubble-Gum

Summary: Glossed Lips can get a little heavy. Pretending to be alive can get a little sad. (One-shot Paige)

Rating: R- just cause it's a little strong.

Note: This is just a one time thing. There will be no more chapters. It's more like a poem. I kind of started writing it not knowing what it was gunna be while trying to write more chapters for my other story and it turned out to be this. Somehow i just needed to get this out. Read it, tell me what you think if you wanna give me that satisfaction.

Glossed Lips can get a little heavy. Pretending to be alive can get a little sad.

I can't stop though. Everyday I wait till they realize I'm faking it, but I keep on looking on. Watching this happy little girl walk around in her pink miniskirts and shiny nails. My hair looks perfect and I know they are jealous of it. Cause that's the way I used to think. I used to think I was invincible. I used to think I was the queen. I own this school and I knew they'd all stare, wishing a little bit of me would rub off on them. Everyday was something incredible, living with thoughts like those days usually are.

Now all I see are washed out faces. Now the pink I used to wear looks grey. Everyone around me can't understand, they want to know where she went. I can say she never existed, but that'd be a lie. Because even I remember: My perfect curls and strawberry lips. When my life tasted as good as my lips. That Girl's life is still out there, wondering around and living a tasteless existence. For a while I tried to remember her. I wanted so desperately for her to come back. She didn't. So now I trace back moments, pretending to be her. But I'm not. I'm a phony, like a repeated song on the radio.

I'm lip-syncing my life.

I feel guilty sometimes. I'm lying to everyone I really do care about. They don't get it though. They're stuck in that same world. I'm somewhere else. There's a wall now, somehow I got stuck on the other side. Their world is all colors. Their world is all games. Here its darker, it's always blues and greys.

He fucked me. He fucked me over, and the thing is I let him. I was screaming no but I was afraid. My strawberry dipped world wasn't prepared for monsters like him. I couldn't trace his slime through my delicate fingertips. They hadn't seen anything like that before. Boys were innocent. Boys were perfect. Boys were mine. They didn't fuck you. They carried your books, and kissed you gently in movie like moments. You showed it, but they didn't touch. In my world black didn't exist. Now he tainted it.

Pastel Pinks and Perfect Purples poured with black can make you see blues and greys. It can make you see things as they are. So now my eyes are open. He gave that to me. My life won't be like this anymore I decided. Like tasteless bubble-gum. Rolling on my tongue behind my glossed lips and blonde curls. No one sees this my way.

I'm not that girl anymore.