The monster inside her weakens her
Takes away the happiness of life,
And her genuine smile,
Replacing it with a fictitious, fake mask,
Worn only in front of family and friends.
It wears her down, from the inside out,
A demon inside taking control of her body,
Banishing her out,
Making her feel as if she is a spectator in her own body
She is devoid of all content emotions:
Happiness, joy, excitement.
Yet the ruthless emotions stay,
As if feeding the creature within each passing day:
Heartbreak, pain, anger, fear
Walking in a vast expanse of darkness,
All she can do is search,
Day and night,
For that small light ful
I'm sick of people acting like their so cool because they speak about people meanly behind their backs, because of their looks and attitude, just because there not super skinny, blonde hair, and not a total slut, they dis them and think their weird and ugly, for years i used to care but now i dont, the point is I like the way i dress and the way I look, so to all those bitches who hate me (especially at my school) I DONT CARE!! <3
im proud to be me :)