I tore a page out of my notebook and I burned it.
I tore another page out and I burned that too.
I ripped out every single page and burned each one.
But it wasn't enough.

So I tore the pictures from my wall and watched the faces melt away.
But I could still feel the need for destruction in the pit of my stomach.

So I put a joint to my lips and watched the smoke escape from my mouth.
But not even that could soothe my pain.

So I ran.
And I ran.
And I ran.
And as I ran I set fire to all the trees and bushes.
And as I sat there in the chaos I had caused I realised,
Nothing could burn the memory of you out of my brain.

Roses are red, ***** are blue
Take back what I said
I'll just *******.

I'm
Done
I simply
Refuse
To be
Pretty.

Cute, maybe
Adorable, sure
I could stand a shot at
Beauty.

But I will
Not
I repeat
Not
Conform to
Pretty.

It's surely
Nice to be
Pretty
But I'd rather
Take my
Sincerity
Or hilarity.

And I won't
Sacrifice my
Dignity for
Regularity.

Pretty faces are
For sale at a
Dime a dozen on
Our magazines
But I'm looking for
More than eyeliner
And lipstick
Guillotines.

I moved past
Pretty
Lost my shot at
Perfection
When I found a
Crack
In my gritty reflection.

Not to say I'm giving up
On my beauty intention
But woman cannot survive
On wardrobe interventions.

I'm feeling like the sky
Inside I cry
The refreshing pain
Called the rain
I'll explain
Rain is pain because it wisp everyone to hide for cover.
"Don't go out, it's raining"
At the same time, stepping out in it forces you to let go and face what's already done.
"You're wet, so what"
No longer worried about your hair or clothes getting wet, it's already done.
Rain is pain but it's like a drain
All worries are gone, washed away.
Rain is pain, we all know
But once we learn rain is pain & finally let go
"After every rain comes a rainbow"