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all that glitters is cold

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i want it
i can't help it
but to want it all
or die trying

i want to be up top
just scared it's lonely
up there

there used to be unique
notes in me, but i broke
those down
because no one wants
an oversensitive trait
and a thirst to OD
on truth

now i'm just another girl
with a queen bee attitude
and daddy issues

the real me hides under this
stupid little facade,
knowing full well that i'm
too soft for this bs

the shy girl, walking into
class, walmart clothing
and a full heart, naive
to the evil of love and
gold

but like everyone else,
i invited change so i could
stop hating the innocent face
staring back at me

he told me i was too pretty
to give in to this shit

but it was too little,
too early,
i stripped it raw
and rebuilt society's
child

look like barbie,
evolve from home grooming
to a stylist who stands in
for a therapist

think these simple thoughts:
how much money am i making?
whose heart do i have?
do my eyebrows look good?
how about my ass?
how do i lose 10 pounds fast?

and then all those useless thoughts leave
and i remember i'm still the one who
doesn't know what to do when she cries
herself to sleep in the next room
and all i truly want to know is:
where am i?
where will i go?

i don't care if they call me
slut or bitch or anything else
they can come up with because
someone will always have something
to say no matter what i chase

long days, sometimes longer nights
not many know that beneath my
hard-to-get persona, is just a sad
girl

you can have it all back,
i just want you back

you know, i'm a mess too
i'm lonely sometimes too

i know i don't look it,
like one of those girls with
a million issues
i look like i'm okay
fine
i'm a brat

i forget people now.
i let them go.
i don't fight
to keep them

when all there is to me
is a broken house,
a very very broken house
or more like a broken apartment
because we couldn't afford
a house
and a dozen guys on the side
waiting to use those issues
as a weapon

i'm just lonely sometimes too

but i'm done my confessional for
the day

tomorrow, it'll be back to

i'm tough,
because i'm sick of
being soft
i don't get hurt,
because i won't trust
you but i'll fuck you

so see me how you want
all that glitters is cold
and i'm freezing

you won't even get a glimpse of
the shy and sad tone
because she only comes out
in the early morning, alone
when the high is gone
and there's only low

i've been wanting it all
but i have very little to
show for anything at all
and then when all those useless thoughts leave, i get hit hard by shit that actually matters.

i feel alone. and i'm so sad. and i don't really know why.

there's a place for girls who turn out like me, and it's nowhere. i wouldn't be the proudest mother if i had a daughter like this.

little girls, please stay true to yourself. there's no bigger regret than trading yourself for a boy or a lifestyle that isn't really.
© 2012 - 2024 sioraine
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Spurrr's avatar
SUCH an awesome poem, of course c: <3