what am i, but a shell?
passion eroded.
personality? farewell.
innocence corrupted.
all love repelled.

i am trapped, yet in motion,
it's a bitter pill to swallow.
like a shell in the ocean,
i'm nothing more than hollow.

maybe i'm just weak for love,
of perhaps its the chase that i get a kick out of.
stunning mister,
you make my heart pound faster.
tall, dark and handsome, its hardly fair,
tempting me into immoral affair.
fantasy is all it'll ever be,
nothing will come of what i foresee.
oh well, see you never, beautiful stranger,
with those eyes full of danger.

neon lights and drunken nights,
skimpy tights and unholy delights.

anything to make the pain disappear,
go ahead and down another beer.

hennessy to forget but somehow always remember,
that fateful night in september.

blaring music and tight spaces,
i'd doubt i'm still in your mom's good graces.

euphoria fills my head,
helping me forget a love now dead,

finding your next replacement,
thinking how to tell them about my lack of commitment.

finally, stumbling home,
letting strangers roam.

alas, the night has come to an end,
wake, rinse and repeat again.

oh you poor thing,
with so much hate and bitterness in your small heart.
it's sad, seeing you constantly loathing.
doesn't it get tiring? i wonder.
when everyone learns and moves on,
you remain and persist,
like raging acne on a hormonal teen.
in the gates of closure you sit,
preventing progress.
does this bring you pleasure?
if it does, how disappointing,
that you feed off the "hurt" that people feel from your poisonous words.
like a child, you gossip,
and like adults, people continue on with their lives.
you act like you're on a moral high ground,
yet, you've done things more heinous than anyone i know.
in a few years, those you've ******,
would've grown into better people.
but, oh not poor you,
still clinging onto the past.
peace and tranquility,
it's something you should try sometime.
or maybe to put it more bluntly,
don't be such a **** human being.

surrounded by friends,
yet inside, all alone
sat the girl with rainbow nails.

she who was once plagued with the need to blend,
to be just another clone
who once paid attention to all the details.

she had always felt the need to pretend,
the one who seemingly everyone outshone
tried her best, but to little avail.

she wondered, if this would one day lead to her bitter end,
if this was her future, written in stone
some nights alone, she would let out a wail.

but one day, she decided to transcend,
her old habits, were those she no longer condoned
for a new life, she was willing to fight tooth and nail.

after some time, she learnt to tend,
to her own wounds, she held her own
now she promised to live by her own rules, without fail.

inevitably, old clones begin to condescend,
however, from society's rules, the bird has flown
bringing colour to her life, she has lifted the veil.

the world can push many to their wit's end,
but she wants those to know, that there is power behind the throne
here's to the girl with rainbow nails.

unadulterated and sweet,
depraved and bitter.

warm as the afternoon sun,
cold as the night's moon.

big bright smiles,
torn and bleeding lips.

heart full of love and care,
heart full of rage and envy.

bright eyes with a glint of mischief,
dead eyes reflecting self hate.

i'm sorry i can't always be who you want me to be.

for when i was first brought into this world,
to when i found my first "love".
baby's breath so pure, sweet and delicate
like i once was.
do you see the irony now,
as more baby's breath now sits on my desk.
time changes people, as i am no exception.
oh how i wish life were different,
so many things i would love to alter.
but all that may just as well be a dream.

pristine and innocent,
damaged and corrupted.

who in the right mind
would still send me baby's breath?