she is so desperate for love and for loss
she paints on her pain with a hard, sealing gloss
sweet and contained, she can't seem to break out
stealing your heart with a well-timed lip pout
quiet, demure, and suffering inside
she looks for a saviour to care and provide
depression for her is a quietness suffered
sitting alone with her pale face covered.
I have a mess bubbling forth from within
threatening, looking to pierce through my skin
I scream and I cry without care for the puddle
of feelings and needs in an unending muddle
you look to the girl with the quiet, sad eyes
and search her, within, to retrieve your lost prize
revulsed by an image not perfect and curly
you screamed when I fell and got your new shoes dirty.