Razor Blade Princess
She couldn’t see her pretty
When she peered into the mirror
Dark mascara, sad face
in the corner of her eye a tear
Her heart undiscovered
For her no one cheered
Black clothes pale complexion
She was encased in her weird
No daddy to kiss her
He didn’t choose to stay
She thought if she was perfect
He wouldn’t have gone away
A Razor Blade Princess
Red lines on her wrist
Nothing else made her feel real
The pain was her bliss
There were boys who used her
Pretending with their kiss
She gave of her body
To Bobby, Bill and Chris
Then one evening
The Princess cut to deep
A Royal Red River
Ushered her off to sleep
All the kids who knew her
now say they were friends
I guess it’s a way to cope
Everyone just pretends
Now another girl stares
At her reflection in the mirror
Yes plain can be pretty
When people know you’re here
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2021
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