What They See

oh

I can't see the look of annoyance in your eyes,

or see your heart beating in tangled up lies,

the things that you say that you'll do,

are things that you forget or sue,

 

No one could believe you're a b***h by heart,

or go psycho when you and your boyfriend stay apart,

the teachers love you and your sweet lovely lie,

are the reasons why you wish that you would just die,

 

Maybe if you changed your hair and let it all grow,

are reasons why your best friend is your only cruel foe,

why would you turn to black and chains and gun,

when you used to play cheerleader--nothing is fun,

 

you used to be cool, the popular girl,

now all you want to do is to give up and hurl,

because life is not what it used to be,

it's not something your own mother could see,

 

Cut your arms and lose your friends,

cheerleading practice--twists and bends,

things that you used to love are hate,

death is now your only fate,

 

slowly dieing, slowly painless,

your laugh is chilling-- so insaneless,

the gun is near your face, your hair,

the love of your life--your only scare,

 

Pull the trigger, bloody insane,

but all you feel is drops of rain.

 

 

 

Author's Note

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