26 January 2013
I weep for the girls who can't read Or write Who think size Zero means
P E R F E C T I O N .
Who look like girls But act like ghosts Who write Goodbye letters Like Eulogies
Who spend 5 hours Doing their hair Who are afraid to age But embarrassed To not.
For their mothers Who worry But way, way too much. And their fathers Who just want A good life For their siblings Who have to watch As she Dies
Inside.
Who implodes with Her thoughts That she Cannot Express.
And who Cannot remember The last time She loved herself.
Who waits and watches For her chance To shine. To matter. To be wanted. But who'll never Find What she's looking for. She's standing too Still Too make herself Run.
Who falls in love With someone bad And thinks She can Change him. She ends up Changing Herself.
Who's life seems like Collapsing. Who's life Actually Collapses.
She has no words. She cannot speak. I weep. So does she.
Words • Opuss № I