Life's Waiting Game

18 years old and going no where fast,
Because she can't seem to leave it in the past.
She plays life's waiting game.
Sitting around getting dull and lame.
She feels as if life has already gone by,
And doesn't know if she should even try.
Waiting for her 15 minutes of fame,
But it's already passed, what a shame.
She wonders why its hard for people to care.
Why a genuine smile on her face is rare.
She looks for men to fill a void,
But her heart only gets destroyed.
She feels needed when knuckles hit her face.
Instead of  a worthless, stained disgrace.
But I get a sick satisfaction when she fails.
Scratches up and down her body wit her nails.
We plead with God we did not see.
And comment on her wasted beauty.
Inside she is old and gray.
Less useful than an ashtray.
But she plays life's waiting game,
With no one but herself to blame.