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I am a mess of eyeliner and contradictions
who's thought's and mantras are interupted by prayers and wishes to be thin.
I am the girl on the street who people pass with no inkling, no idea and with no regreat of her troubled life, but look into her eyes and it's there.
The untold story wanting to be read, the abandoned book left on the shelf.
She is the throw away eggshell with no life inside, the clock on the wall wishing away it's time.
The street's are filled with perfection, and she is inelegant.
Men, women walk past this disgusting ugliness this failure and disaster.
Her lips do not move but yet she pleads, talk's, screams.
No tears fall from her eyes, but yet she crys inside for that something which has died, and like fire she destroys herself burning until she is all burnt out, burning on a need to know now.
She is blind, yet her eyes can see only the pain and suffering her selfishness causes others.
I am on a dance floor and no one will dance with me,
for I am the piece of glass left on the beach.
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Posted by lonelyscribe on 2008-03-23 08:05:03 | Rating: | Views: 114
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