Look at her
and what comes to mind
the words her appearance
conjurs up
gritty
tough
apathetic
aggressive
loudmouthed
punk...
That is what
she seems to be
the image, the persona
she tries to project
with her all black clothes
studs, dog collars
short, spiky dyed hair
she slips her headphones on
blasting Marilyn Manson
to drown out her teacher's words
she is glaring at anyone
who seems to be challenging
aiming venemous swears
and an upraised middle finger
in their direction
she scratches her hands
with nails that she often
"accidentally" lets slip from her pocket
just to see the looks
on people's faces
she holds her cigarette with expertise
a scrawny 15-year-old
doing all she can
to prove she is trouble
a scary, dangerous girl
that you better not mess with...
and yet
there is something else about her
something underneath the shield
the picture she plasters
across herself
somehing about her is fragile
drawing thinner and thinner
as she is pulled in two directions
perilously close to snapping...
she says she needs no one
but she rarely walks down the hall
without her Goth boyfriend at her side
to protect her, help her
share the focus of others' stares
and though she says her heart is ice
she wraps herself around him
clinging like a small child
seeking comfort during a storm
she says she is a w.hore
but although she hugs him tight
I have yet to see her
even kiss him on the cheek...
she talks about her partying
brags about her high tolerance
for all forms of vice
but I remember a time
when I had to carry her
because she was nearly passing out
I remember checking her pulse
because I feared she'd stopped breathing...
she says she doesn't care
what anyone else thinks
she doesn't need help
and she doesn't need love
she's perfectly fine alone...
but as I see the gleam
in her eyes
a childish look
of fear... uncertainty
and I hear her laugh too loud
with shadowed eyes
I wonder...
Author notes
This is about a friend of mine, it is an observation of her rather than a judgement or criticism. It makes me sad sometimes to be with her... this is very personal, just something I've noticed. and yes, she is a "good child gone bad" in a way
Written May 19th, 2006
In a list
A contest entry
- Good Child Gone Bad (maybe just lost) by Dusty Rose.
350 points, ended October 10, 2006, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - People: Loners by Maybe Anastasia.
300 points, ended April 2, 2007, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - A friend that hurts by FreeFalling911.
540 points, ended October 26, 2007, 18 entries
Honorable mention
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amazing
Oh my gosh. I love the image that you have created. Thank you so much for entering my contest -
This is very touching and powerful, well done, and congratulations on the gold!
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wow vry nice made me slip into her world for a minute. wow is all I can say this is beautiful. and yes I know people like that its hard for me to watch them.
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I love this.. It's just a wonderful write.. and so deep. I often look at my teen and wonder whats behind the mask that he wears.. and every now and then I get a look.. He lets his guard down, and I can see the scared little boy there.. and it breaks my heart...
thank you so much for entering this piece
Dusty -
This was an amazing poem, I really did enjoy every word of it. I, too, have a friend who is somewhat like this. She always says how depressed she is and how screwed up her life is, yet she always gets chances to change that she never takes sighs and shakes head Anyways, great poem, thank you for entering, and good luck
Jeanette*~ -
Yeah, that is kind of a coincidence isn't it? There aren't a lot of girls called Kami, in fact you and her are the only two I know. And to be similar to is very strange... thanks for your comment
By the way I love the little faces I've never seen those ones before
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Wow...okay...first of all...as you know, my name is Kami and this I can relate to so much. The girl you are writing about...parts of it are so much like me that it's scary. Beautiful poem, Jinx.
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~Kami
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Divine
Wonderful,Wonderful! You have an eye and mind for seeing what is inside the heads of others now look deeper and pull out something more powerful.
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