The dress I wear is way too short,
My flawless make-up always adored.
My hair straight and dyed jet black,
She's a evil bitch and never going back.
She's that girl that drinks until daylight,
That emo bitch who cries each night.
Blade to her skin cutting the pain,
Out of her mind she's so fucking insane.
She's a whore on the corner,
Never knows her worth.
She's used and abused,
It's what she deserves.
This label is my dress,
Falling apart left such a mess.
This label isn't really me,
But you are the judge you chose to be.
A contest entry
- xxx - I'm not so perfect now am i ? - xxx by The Hardest Goodbye.
300 points, ended December 8, 2007, 14 entries
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Comments
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This was a very good poem
a great addition too my contest, thanks for entering it in here. Good luck and best wishes.
xo
Kandy
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