A/N: The format of this poem is a little off-kilter. It tends to want to rhyme in some parts and not to in others. Also, it changes between the POV of post-Baja Bee and post-Alabama Bee. I am sorry if there's any confusion while reading.
Disclaimers: I do not own Bridget Vreeand, she comes from the creative mind of Ann Brashares.
Don't Feel Sorry For Me
I've been bruised and battered
I've walked a mile on broken glass
I've fallen down a thousand steps
But don't feel sorry for me
The more venom in my veins,
The harder I bite back
So don't take offense
If you get in my way
Got a one-track mind
And I get what I want
So don't look at me
As you're burned in the crossfire
My satisfaction is euphoric
As I revel in the ultraviolet light
But soon I'm enveloped by a darkened sky
Swallowed by the deceitful night
As I shut you out, don't you even try
To poison me with your sickly sweet lies
And as I cry
Please don't bathe your burnt body in my tears
It's hard enough to get back up
When your world comes crashing
Before your eyes
I've been scared of conflict
So I built myself a cocoon
And now I'm just an empty shell
Of the girl that I once knew
I've been hurt and hollowed out
I've made myself a bed of hot coals
I've stumbled on my worst regrets
But don't feel sorry for me
Because my wounds are finally healing
I'm nursing all my scars
So don't feel sorry for me anymore
Now that I've come so far