The Girl


She's in the corner with a smile in her eye
Little do people know, its a fake try

She wears it everyday along with her makeup and perfume
But nobody knows what really goes on in her room

She cries into her pillow, she cuts herself
Some nights she might even starve herself

She's depressed and that aches
Always thinking of herself and her mistakes

A perfect self-portrait she paints
All in red because those are her constraints

Society tells her to be no different
It doesn't matter if blues her favorite pigment

Society's the boss, and she knows
Only way out is by death, it shows

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