She walks unseeing of everything around her
Wishing only for a few simple things she can not find,
Wearing shirts with long sleeves and pants flared and torn
Ignoring the heat of the burns that is her sadness, rolling down her cheeks.
Looking on at the life she could have, never taking notice of how much she has
In her grasp lay a broken dream, stealing others in shallow hope.
Loving the words she lives by, another bad day in the life of a girl
Scorned and disowned she looks into the windows of a home, wishing and dreaming
Spending her nights in the bathroom, avoiding the fighting
Screaming and blood filling her senses.

Falling in and out of love, looking for something she sees on the TV
Her pale figure haloed by the light of a candle.
Hair dyed and makeup applied, persistent with that woman in the magazine.
Words said to impress the people
Who are her followers, and never her friends
Backstabbers behind every corner, she wears no protection and accepts the
Pain with a burdened heart.
Walking in and out of reality
Never accepting the truth,
Never opening her callow eyes.
Simply wishing she was someone else.