There's something crawling behind her facial expression
Scrutiny and mutiny prevail in her forever faithful depression
Torn clothing, because the fabric wasn't withstanding like her
Supposed to be the perfect girl, thats whats demanded of her
Her arms hung by her waist, almost resembling a dummy's
Still as fountain water, calm and composed but the trembling plummets
Smeared make up, the guard that her identity let's eclipse her
Majority think she's an outcast, full of rumors and casts whispers
But that's not with her, just tears and stares as she embraces the mirror
Digestion unexistent, thoughts stacked whilst her plateless dinners
A premature menopause building up, as she fails to concieve bliss
Chest out only when shes breathin in, but the breathin never lifts
Eyes glistening as if prisms looking in, despising her reflection
Drugs are her friend, her ally, didn't take long to realise her affection
Except from this surrounding, which so happens to be impounding
Escape from this torture, needing a high like the tops of the mountains
Not wanting to follow in her father's footsteps, she feels overpowered
She's distraught and grieve strucken over her parents' standards
She pop's one pill, and moments later she's popping some more
Contemplating a multiple suicide by OD'ing and a purchase at the gun store
Feeling oppressed is nothing new, it's a cycle of repeatedness
Occurs daily within the layers of a hierarchy and underachievements
And so the ending seems like it's gonna be a far from a happy one
Self murder? Runaway? Or is she gonna make sure that Daddy's gone?
Only a young girl know's how it goes, and investigators found her notes
So prepare for a black hole journey that starts with a powdered nose...
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And the beginning of this story, has seen the teenager remain nameless
Cuz these tear stained pages are those of this narrated protagonist