breaking through the edges of insanity, crying out can someone help me. Being what everyone approves of is not all glitz and glam.
She can never fit the mold...
she says "I'm too young, not light enough, not cute enough, not well-versed, not thick enough....Not happy enough..."
Like a rag doll pinned up on a stand for everyone's disposal.
People say "Hey she's bendable, smiles and agree's let's use her. Like the end of a q-tip throw her away... far far away...but wait... we need more from her, more, more, more, we can never throw her away, what a deal! She has no Voice... we speak for her, she has no opinion we think for her. She can't leave us, we made her. like a puppet we pull her strings."
Guess what her favorite words are: "YES", " SURE" and "OF COURSE!" Pushing her wants and desires to the side... who cares, not us. As long as we get our needs met. Confused, frustrated and annoyed. Like a Chameleon she blends into every environment, circumstance and theme. She is who you want her to be when you want her to be it... No objections for her, she smiles and does everything in good spirits.. until she gets home and no one is there, she screams from within.... Leave me alone, Go away....Not now! To no avail because there is no one there to hear her. As her voice echos through the wind, tears stain her cheek only to walk out and begin the destructive cycle again.
Hey Blending in has it's perks... Acceptance. One problem: self-destruction.
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