The knowledge of my sense of what's real
Grew too truthful, too quickly
Now it's changing and
I'm no longer the dream I once was

Terminator is such a great
movie. He killed
So many humans!
And even promised them that he'd
return

Does this picture make me look like an idiot?  
Does this foundation cover enough of my face?
Do these sunglasses hide the flaws behind my eyes?
Do these jeans reveal too much of my slutty body?

Now I know why these words were written to me  
To read...without these feelings, I'm just a chalked out line
Wanting to write a new poem ever five seconds and 
Repeating myself in the same theme over and over again.

Feeling blood from between my legs monthly
Removing band-aids every few hours    
I notice "Hey, this never ends"  
Even my friend's dogs seem to notice
Not that I could ever stop this form of self-harm
Do you think it's better not to have a friend?

Each splash of Pink
leaves my nails so shiny, pretty and polished
Paint lands on my cuticles and compliments my feel
The strong scent of open nail polish  bottles in my room make me feel a little lightheaded
My nails appear so reflective and smooth from this
angle  
I use different colors for different reasons
pink for perfect
I'm in love with Pink, its just such an amazing color
Like that color that says, "Let's go shopping."        
Painted pink cuticles are so hot
I almost forgot that I'm a
tomboy~

I think I'm right
For, I have told the truth
From many years ago
I keep these old maps
Because I want to 
Remember the things
I forget so
Easily
Maybe I'm right