• A lock of thoughts that she is cheated,
    trap her in a cage of her fault.
    Enclosed in a cloud of her fear,
    misery holds her in its vault.
    Wallowing inside in her tears,
    feeling abused by the world.
    Sick in her mindless sadness,
    she's just an upset girl.
    Reminding herself that she's done unjustly,
    openly she makes it known,
    Mad at how unfailrly she's treated yet,
    feeling ashamed and guilty alone.

    Loathing her life that ' never goes right',
    left wondering who she really can be.
    Concentrating on her own self hatred,
    too deep in her fakeness to see.
    Loving those days when the sky's an eerie grey- blue,
    when in comparison nature is shocking green.
    When the whole world just seems bubbled in,
    trapped like she has been.
    Her life story is a tragic drama,
    if ever perfomred in the theatre.
    Every actor would be her enemy,
    ' cause in her life everyone is against her'.

    Even when she is genuinely sad,
    in the mirror she watches herself cry.
    So vein she is not consdierate of others,
    even when she is wiped, when she's high.
    She dissapears into all her addictions,
    justifying it with all her disgrace.
    Inside; dissapointed in her self- centered greed,
    you can see it plain on her face.
    Sadness is the only look that she wears well,
    since she's so absorbed in her gloom.
    She could be less of a wreck of a person,
    if she wasnt so absorbed in her doom.
    Certain thats hers is the only viewpoint,
    she's discouraged by her own fate.
    Does she ever think deeper about,
    the trouble that she can create.

    She feels backstabbed by family, doubted before tried,
    and roused into uneccessary fights,
    shamed with her past irrational actions,
    and wronged with all of her rights.
    Feverently she wishes she wasnt so lost in her jealousy,
    and judged from all her mistakes.
    She knows she could be more positive,
    but she's put of by the energy it takes.
    She finishes everything to quickly,
    giving up hope before she's done.
    Losses sense of direction,
    just before she has won.
    Walking around with her head down,
    singing the same low tunes.
    Stuck concentrating on her dispair,
    that it looms.
    But let me tell you bout that black sheepy,
    for years she has lived this way.
    Helpless in her horror-filled journey,
    refusing to believe that she'll be okay.
    Unbeknwonst to that little underdog,
    who always plays vicitm the same.
    She's now so folled by her own acting, that
    she's the one being played by that game.
    She just repels people from her,
    because they're tired of lending their ears,
    to someone who won't lend one back,
    bec asue she only wants to see tears.
    She is the one being two-faced,
    backstabbing because she hates.
    She is the one who bad mouths,
    in every convo bout her mates.
    Manipulating her friendships,
    and never saying what she wants to say.
    She'll be as nice as pie to your face,
    then b***h about you the very next day.
    And at the same time she'll be whinging,
    about how this is what 'they' all do.
    Really her conscience eats her,
    because she does it to.,
    She only cares about herself,
    if you ever want to be clear,
    about how you're feeling deeply,
    she will tell you what you want to hear.

    She only THINKS about herself,
    but she creates all her own friction,
    Thinking that she is flawed,
    is her biggest affliction.
    Co-coons everybody in her universe,
    they are just the planets that revovle,
    arounf her, she takes for granted her life,
    to loathe is her only resolve.
    I'll paint this character for you,
    hearts are the only tool she uses.
    Tugging at heart strings she unloads her baggage,
    so wrapped in herself; SHE ABUSES.
    Infecting everyone with her influence,
    of always living in the past.
    Turning lives of others upside down,
    how long will the blindness last?
    So unaware she is only fooling herself,
    so used to playing it don't you see?,
    that by always 'PLAYING THE VICTIM'
    its not just them she hurts, ITS ME.....