miércoles, 29 de septiembre de 2010

Not a FUCKIN SWAN.

She stands in a room,
A bright room,
Filled with bright girls,
Happy girls,
All happy except for her.
They are thin and stupid and... perfect.
All but one that is.
They all live to dance,
But she dances to live.
They stand in a clump,
With their hair pulled back,
Pink tights,
And sleeveless leotards.
All but one,
That one lonely girl,
Who covers her arms with a black shirt,
No one questions,
And she prays they never will,
Because that black top covers her shameful scars,
If they ever find out they will look down on her,
And try to 'help' her,
So little they know.

That lonely girl sits behind her large eyes
She sits in quiet denial,
Cast away from the pretty normal girls ,
She is the ugly ducking,
The one you never heard about
Because she is the one that never turn's into a swan.

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