flawed, like a broken vase
beautiful, like the golden cracks on her face
spoiled, like her flowers left to die
forgotten, like just another moment lost in time

therapist wasn't for me
feel like screaming in this posh upper class neighborhood
talk to me like a human not a skittish animal on the attack
bought a pretty umbrella to feel better

i'm a crownless queen
left to wander the wastes
searching for a princess
with whom i can replace

You know exactly what you’re doing
Not eating enough
Letting yourself stay hungry
It’s a punishment
Without scars
Without blood
But it hurts
And the more you do it
The more they’ll like you

I feel pretty when I’m hungry
Like maybe my stomach will begin to slim
Like I’m dainty and beautiful
Like maybe if I can keep it up long enough
Someone might want me