Your face a mask
of colors upon flesh,
unyielding falsities,
hiding that beat up little thing,
you call your soul,
whiney little girl,
you make me sick.
Black on white
pale as death,
crying about the pain you feel,
proffessing love for all that is hate,
you know nothing,
stupid little girl,
you make me sick.
Smiles and giggles
and happiness abounding,
caring and giving and taking and breaking,
you know something,
I do not,
beautiful little girl,
you, I love.
