You bounce about in peoples faces
Like some kind of advertisement
Flicking your hair about
And beaming through resentment
You are far too pathetic to be considered
An adult or even a responsible creature
You pile makeup high on your lips
The deemed favourite feature
You throw yourself at every man woman and being
And smother them in compliments
They'd never return
In hope that you are everything
They shouldn't be seeing
You could never love again
You are not worthy of the kisses you steal
You cry at night and cut so much
Disappointment is your favourite meal
Please please save yourself
Stop desperately seeking our approval