words on the screen I grasp in Palm means nothing. you can't come to my face and spin your web of hateful comments around me. I see you little girls staring from your lunch that is "healthy" because you have to be seemingly perfect. I know your loose ends. I know your depths and to me you are no different from the other girls that face the problems of players, broken hearts, ***, alcohol. You continue to smother people's feeds with your photo shoots and masks that you hide yourself in. to me your weak. you can't come face me you have to gossip with your friends and let the words come crawling back to me. You are the girl who cries "I'm innocent." You might be able to fool those who don't look under your mask. but I have seen your truths. I have witnessed the alcohol that has seeped through your veins. you are too weak to speak with me. you have to get drunk and come to me wanting a fight. I'm a pacifist fighting solves nothing and I am well aware of that. but cut the bull crap that this town is full of druggies, boos, and ***. you are the one who stirs the ***. you are a lustful lover, a hungover 15 year old, a try hard. don't come to me to say you are a broken person. I have been broken and used more times than I can count on my hands. I have let down my strengths and let childish boys use me again and again before, but here I am. I don't cower in the corner I don't cover my face with cheap makeup. I don't make my worries go away by floating on the clouds or catching a buzz. I help others when they are in need. I push people to get through painful times because now my world is bright. don't blame this town for anything blame yourself. you let the outside world control you. the difference between you girls and me is I won't let it take control.