Big brown eyes,
hair in a bun
the gleam in her eyes show so much fun
but deep inside
she's already done
she's said goodbye
but she's going to try
for the hope that when someone
laughs, reaches for a flask
someone will notice that mask
what she used to be-
cut in half
Notice that her being kind,
Hides the riff-raff in her mind.
But it’s not how we see it fit.
It’s how we live it.
She knows she didn’t hit,
didn’t spit,
didn’t throw a fit,
but the plea to slit
Is throwing fire in a fire pit.
But one day,
When she commits,
That blade bit,
It’s gonna hit her like a cross bit.
She Quit.