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I'm the girl that the boys attract
I'm the girl that's never alone
I'm the girl that puts on the good child act.
I'm that girl you see having fun
I'm that girl who's always laughing
I'm that girl who hides from the sun.
I'm the girl that always gets kissed
I'm the girl that talks too much
I'm the girl that never feels missed.
I'm that girl who feels ignored
I'm that girl who feels alone
I'm that girl,while being good, feels bored.
I'm the girl that feels used
I'm the girl that feels nobody hears her
I'm the girl that feels so bruised.
Yep, I'm THAT girl.
The one who's sick of all of this!
Yep, I'm THAT girl.
I'm the girl who's stuck in a cage
I'm the girl who nobody takes seriously
I'm the girl with all this rage.
I'm that girl that watches as blood runs down her wrist
I'm that girl that punches the couch
I'm that girl that put you, on the kill list.
I'm the girl who flips out
I'm the girl who does'nt seem to care
I'm the girl who wants to scream and shout.
I'm that girl you want to turn in
I'm that girl you didn't expect
I'm that girl you don't see burnin'
I'm the girl who can't hurt a fly
I'm the girl you dont know on the inside
I'm the girl who knows how to cry.
Yep, I'm THAT girl
The one who's sick of all your fun.
Yep, I'm THAT girl.
The girl thats done.
Form:
Wearing new skin, this lady's all anew
Brandishing epidermal camouflage
A new sense of comforted composure
Gallantly striding in a way she never had
Safely
Stepping
Strengthened
I dare not ask to see a layer below this show
She is showing me the preferable version
Nodding I approve...yes a better you
a newer you
a different you...silently I disapprove
Fearing I knew the little girl hiding underneath
would peek from time to time
Seeing if her costume served its perfunctory purpose
fooling them...pleased...she traipsed in hollow garb
The masquerade wore on and a newer audience appeared
Performances went from weekly, to daily, to constant
Consuming and constrictive
New skin clung tight to a suffocating girl
A different girl
A frustrated girl
The game had transformed into a maddening display
The girl I knew, a shell of herself, feeling trapped
Crying out in a confused scream of fit
"Why don't they understand"!!!!
I couldn't bring myself to tell her what she wouldn't see
A facade of outer strength was weakening the core
No one understood her...because they didn't know who she was.....
THIS GIRL HAS NINE INCH NAILS
EVERY TIME SHE SCRATCHES HER WORDS
I THOUGHT MY HEART WOULD FAIL
NEVER THOUGHT I COULD IMAGINE
STOP
WAIT A MINUTE
SHE DUG SO DEEP
MY WORDS HAVE NO RHYTHM
SHE WRITES YOU A POEM
AND YOUR DONE WITH HER HYPNOTISM
THIS GIRL HAS NINE INCH NAILS
EVERY WORD THAT YOU READ
SHE CUTS YOU DOWN TO SCALE
NOW WHAT ABOUT WHEN SHE FIRST BEGUN?
I THOUGHT SHE WAS A MAN AND WAS PRETTY SPRUNG
O!
BUT SHE'S STILL HUNG
SHE'S GOT TO HAVE THE BALLS TO ROLL YOU UNDER HER TONGUE
DAMN!
THIS GIRL HAS NINE INCH NAILS
AND EVERY POEM SHE POST
SHE JUST PAINTS IT ON HER NAILS
SHE'S LIKE A
ESCALATOR
ELEVATOR
REACHING HIGHER
GRABBING HER PEN
AND BEATING DARTH VADER
THIS GIRL HAS NINE INCH NAILS
CDA GOT DUMPED BY HER
CAUSE SHE NEEDED SOMEONE TO MAKE HER WAIL
I THINK I COULD TAKE HER
JUST NOT IN FORM SLAMMING
CAUSE SHE'S THE CREATOR!
O!
BUT WE COULD BE THELMA AND LUISE
EVERY MAN GIVING US WHAT WE WANT WHEN WE ONLY TEASE
DAMN!
SHE'S LIKE A
DOMINATRIX
CONTROLLING THE MATRIX
SO WHICH PILL TO SWALLOW
RED OR BLUE?
Yesterday while on my way to a supermarket I saw a little girl of perhaps five leaning at
a tree close to the road and watching a blue plastic bag which was drifting in the wind.
She looked very sad with her light blue eyes and her blond hair streamed out behind her.
The bag was lifted by a strong blast and I ran after it, crossing the road. A car came and
stopped, waiting for me to cross the road. A younger man on the other side of the road saw
that I wanted to catch the bag and he was also running after it, but the wind drifted the
bag far over the lawn up hills. After some unsuccessful attempts to get hold of the bag he
finally could grab it. I went to him and he gave me the bag and smiled. I then told him
that a little girl was sad about losing that bag. He wished me a nice weekend and I
returned to that little girl still standing near the tree but this time smiling. She shyly
whispered "Thank you", took the bag and ran to her little playmates waiting for her
anxiously in the background.
Girl, everyone is different.
No one can be you.
So,do what you do.
If others dislike you, don’t fret.
They just hate because they haven’t,
Found their true definition yet.
Every girl in the world
Has a baton named destiny to twirl
And if she doesn’t it negatively affects the world.
You have your own heavenly DNA
That God gave and no one can take away.
Girl, you are as precious and tough
As the hardest stone the diamond
When you strut your stuff.
The world will be cured from chronic illness,
If every girl in the world would
Twist and intertwine together
Like the DNA’s double helix
And correctly use their gifts.
Every girl on the planet,
Should not take life for granted.
Wave your sacred smooth silk scarf of skills
To do God’s will
And not your own
Live your life to the fullest
Live healthy, be happy , have fun,
And most of all, use your talents,
Work with whatever you have.
Continuously cultivate them
For the ultimate harvest,
That is when God calls you home.
She is wild but romantic
She speaks nonsense
but she’s funny
She has a free soul,
But she falls in love too fast
Making a slave of herself.
She doesn’t speak out her mind
She usually keeps in silence,
Letting her thoughts be free.
She looks for that perfect blue prince
The one she heard in Spanish fairy tales.
She’s a child in a woman’s body.
She still has that naive look
She’s neither beautiful nor ugly,
She wonders what beauty really is.
She gives up before she tries.
And let things pass by.
Still she is a girl with dreams.
She sings with a marvelous tone,
her voice is like sugary melody.
And some have been enthralled
by her walking attitude.
She smiles hiding deep fears
But she knows she’s a strong soul.
She is confident and trustful
But she sometimes can be a hater.
She believes in people
but let down easily.
She is a special human being.
She can give more than she receives.
She is the girl in a bubble world.
The Little Girl Had Spice – Eyes…
They Were Brown, Like Ginger
Big In Size
Sassy As Cinnamon
And Warm Pepper – Fires…
That Welcomed Guests
And Said Mace – Goodbyes
The Little Girl Had Spice – Eyes
The Little Girl Had Spice – Eyes
With A Sprinkle and Twinkle,
Bright – Bursts, Like Chives
Fresh And Pure As Mint
True As Salt… No Disguise
The Little Girl Had Spice – Eyes
Sweet As HoneyCakes
(That’s No Surprise)
But Sharp As Garlic
When Chastised
And Sour As Lemon – Drops
When She Cries
The Little Girl Had Spice – Eyes
The Little Girl Had Spice – Eyes
They Were Smart As Sage
In Her, ‘Asking’, “Why’s”
Thyme After Time
She Always Tries
To Win Love’s Prize
She Had Sugar And Spice Of Life Eyes
The Little Girl Had Sugar And Spice
And Everything Nice – Eyes…
She'd smile sometimes in that rocking chair
I'd wonder what was going through her mind
Sometimes joking with her about going cruising
Radio blasting, and she'd laugh
Get a six pack, Peggy, and we'll put the top down
I'd watch her eyes light up and she'd be back there
Doctors say it won't be long
But for a while, Peggy was a girl again
So let her dream
Let her dream of days long past, memory fading
Childhood fantasies, little girl laughter
Let her dream
Hey! How's my girl, ready to go
Big smile and a “Yeah” then fade off
So let her dream.
Stopped in one day and they told me Peggy's gone
Life's too short no matter what the years
Said a prayer, shed a tear and asked Our Lord
Please let her dream.
WORTH LESS
this girl feels so weak and courageless.
everyday of her life this girl feels worthless.
she hides behind the makeup and all the laughs.
but in side of her there is nothing left.
she knows the truth but she hides from the world.
shes just a young goofy girl,
and she feels judged by the world.
she cares of what they think of her and what they see.
she wants so bad just to be free.
the make up and clothes dont change,or prove anything.
you cant change what people will think.
she looks in the mirror and see worthless.
she doesnt feel like life is really worth it.
she feels so weak but she knows shes strong and,
she never quits.
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REMEMBER ME
When you see a girl that looks just like me.
I hope you think of me, and think of what we could be
When you see my favorite color, I hope you remember every time that I
wore green.
I hope you regret all those times that you were mean.
You always told me that I was the only girl for you in this whole world.
Theres millions of people in this world,
I am just one girl.
I hope you remember all those times we laughed and cryed,
All those times you were right there by my side.
and all the times that you hurt me and lied.
and the time that I said good bye.
WRITTEN BY: KARA YOST 2009
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