Her heart melts,
Just like her jeans,
She’s never felt,
All of the things,

Left inside of her,
Breaking her down,
Wanting to be heard,
Screaming so loud.

She doesn’t like,
All of her body,
Just trying to fight,
Not being gaudy.

She’s always hated,
Her beautiful face,
She’s always stated,
“It must just be fate.”

Her heart is broken,
Crumbled in pieces,
Love’s only token,
It only increases.

She’s just confused,
Questions herself,
Despises the abuse,
Thought it would help,

Ease all her pain,
Fill all of her cup.
Used to feeling rain,
But not feeling love.

She feels the need,
To straighten her hair,
But never concede,
The feelings she bears.