today I drew a girl with long brown curly hair but I had to etch her out for I was tired of her stare the girl lived in a perfect world she had a perfect life there was no pain or anger or bitterness or strife and since she saw my secrets she I couldn’t trust she wrinkled up her perfect nose and looked back with disgust she looked right through my grand facade pulled back the heavy curtain she riddled out my clockwork and knew I wasn’t certain she saw my mind was clouded from all in this rainy world all the thirst and hunger the girl quickly unfurled she saw the fear and hatred the terror and the scare all of varying grandeur plaguing everywhere and she saw right through my crooked smile all though my cup was filled it still was full of emptiness and that disgusted her she wondered why I worried as she looked right through my eyes at my mediocre problems in my easy sailing life and she knew that I was selfish as all people seemed to be and laughed at all my problems so small, yet huge to me but what she didn’t understand is that sometimes we get stuck for sometimes, in all out lives people run out of luck so no matter how tiny so small our troubles seem you can’t treat them proportionally for all problems are real today I drew a girl with long brown curly hair I could feel her look right at me with her penetrating stare and in her world, she was perfect but that could never be she was drowned in her own prejudice so much, she couldn’t see so tired of the perfect girl who pretended not to care I etched out her judgement and her agonizing stare