Pale

~MuahKissKiss

There was once a girl with long pale hair.

She was called one word and it was quite unfair,

Because the person who could even dare to say such a thing

Didn't even know her name.

And when she got older she cut all her hair with rusty old scissors

And dyed it black which caused it to become brittle.

And they still called her names,

And played their little games.

But they hardly even noticed,

All they called her, she remembered and always wrote it

On her wrist with a black fountain pen.

One day she pressed down to hard

And it left a scar so deep

All she had been hiding had seeped upon the floor

In front of her and she could take no more.