Supernova Girls
Pretty girls don't have to hide
Scars with sweaters and lies.
They don't have to cover up
How ugly they feel inside.
And lovely girls are not afraid
Of the demons inside their mind.
Normal girls don't cry at night
And think of such monstrous things.
And other girls don't have to smile
just to cover up their pain.
Nice girls do not screw up
And feel worse than they did in the first place.
You may say that I'm lovely, or nice, or pretty.
And you will see a broken smile shy upon my face.
And at first you may think that I am actually okay.
Until you get a closer look, and you notice
The light in my eyes, is fading away.
I used to be one of those girls..
But I have been hardened. I have been changed.
The innocence has gone and the darkness reigns.
Years ago my bright eyes drowned
Into solitary oceans of fear..
So don't mind my teary eyes
Thre next time you whisper those
Sweet nothings into my ear..
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