The Girl Anachronism

I let the last piece of hope in me die and I don't think it'll ever be alive again
This dying hope is the  last thing I'll let you have it,the last thing that was mine
I'm drained of all love,love has abandoned me and left me there for it's fool
It mocks and poison my blind eyes and fragile heart theres no end to this suffering
I can't help but be cynical your just like them the ones that take you hopes and your dreams and treat them like a game for their on sick pleasure...How dare you treat me less than I am...am I nothing but silly putty in your hands and you mold me into the women you want me to be? I can't conform I won't be one of those girls...Aren't I disappointing? this world isn't meant for me I don't fit into it's mold...I don't fit into gods define plan to broken and dismayed to love and to ugly to set eyes on
take your condescending attitude and replace it with compassion that's hard isn't it to scared to change ...do you know what it's like to cry at night  for change...you don't have the time nor room in your heart do you?do you know how it is to wonder why every hour and every minute is so hard to live? to have your own pain crush you every day?
I'm on my own different than any other girl you've met...not ordinary take me for who I am...when I'm bad or good take my hope...keep it keep whats left of me...forgive me for not being what you wanted...in the end I'm just something your not ready for...I'm....The Girl Anachronism and just take me as I am or leave me..alone..