Girls Like Her
Pieces of my mirror crash to the floor
As I throw it against my bedroom door
I’m sick of seeing what I see
I know that other girl just can’t be me
She looks so ugly I’m not surprised
To see the loneliness swimming in her eyes
That girl just doesn’t know when to quit
And quite frankly I’m getting sick of it
From head to toe she’s just a mess
To lock her away would be for the best
I really don’t think anyone would care
If she went to her room and just stayed in there
For girls like her there is no hope
Just trying to find different ways to cope
Girls like her don’t get the cute guy
No matter how hard they try and try
Girls like her grow old and alone
Never will there be a child in her home
She’ll die one day but no one will care
They’ll just put her in the ground and leave her there
No one to bury her in a proper grave
Just think of all the money that they’ll save
With a nameless headstone and a coffin made of wood
Won’t even use nails though they know they should
Girls like her have no future ahead
Girls like her know their better off dead
As tears fill my eyes so thick I can hardly see
I realize that the girl in the mirror really is me
Copyright © Christine Portwood | Year Posted 2007
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