What Happened?I used to think make upMade people ugly.Now I think I'm ugly without it.I used to think peopleAlways loved me.Now I think everyone hates me.I used to think everybodyWas my best friend.Now I think no one truly is.I used to thinkBoys were icky!Now I wish I had one.What happened to beingHappy?
CutsShe wants to cut the world away...So she cuts her arm instead.
Does that make me Different?I wear make up. Does that make me fake?I cry. Does that make me emo?I have male friends. Does that make me slutty?I smile a lot. Does that make me weird?I laugh loud. Does that make me preppy?I have anxiety. Does that make me a freak?I have Bipolar Disorder. Does that make me abnormal?I respect people. I change for me, and only me. I have a past, but I know I have a future.Does that make me different?Maybe.But at least it makes meMe.
CastleCome with me, little girlLet's watch the rose pedals fallLet's bury your castleAnd put up a brick wallLets rip off your butterfly wingsAnd place them in your graveThe demons have come to get youYou better start to behaveCome with me, little girlFor you can only have the gown for an hourDo they love you, or love you not,Ripping pedals off a flowerCome with me, little girlLet's open your scarsAnd bury your castle,In the girl you no longer are...
Are You?I'm sorry,that I'm notbeautiful.I'm not a supermodel.Are you?I'm sorry,that I'm notfunny.I'm not a comedian.Are you?I'm sorry,that I'm notmature.I'm sorry,that I'm nottalented.I'm sorry,that I'm notgood enoughor,loving enough...or,smart enough.I'm not perfect.Are you?