Imperfect
Imperfection
Oozes from every wound
Making seen
Little girls'
Deadly defeat
Easily won
By any tried
Feeling worthy
In the moment
But filthy just thereafter
So gullable
So stupid
So easy
So lucrative it seems
Yet no one understands
The hurt within
Just trying to feel worthy
Just trying to fit in
though she swore
One of those
She won't become
Here she is
Pleading one of seven
Deadly sins
In moments briefly passed
A quick fix
Again she became
Opening herself up
For others' demand
She lays.
With deed done
Staring into green stars
Glowing in the dark
Eyes watering from
Lust filled lost grip
Anger suddenly sweeps
The want to grab
Weapons and harm
Unbearable to her heart
No one will know
No one will see
She tries to convince
Doubt rising within
Not worthy
Just a toy
Nothing more
Just a whore
Just on display
Just for sale
To highest bid they say
What be the price
For spoilt goods
Ruined by predecessors
That came Before
She knew who she was
Love
Cherish
acceptance
A simple price to pay
But a doll so broken
Bleeding
Its a fortune to lose
Her hair wips in her face..
As she stands staring
At what soon might be her
end..
Nothing
Worthless
Toy
Broken
Obsolete
Stern faced
Doll
One quick swipe
And fight is gone
Weeks of trying
To the dogs
One quick swipe
And crimson
Is seen
Gushing out
Over pale white skin
It flows and flows
Sooner now
The end is near
Crimson starts to flow
Life bleeding out
Hopes
Dreams
Ambitions
Gone
Just a shell of the girl
I used to know so well..
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