Soft-spoken, rough-edged,
a bit of a loner (God knows why),
a good girl with blood on her hands.
A good girl with a bad childhood,
who learnt hands aren't meant
to be lent but played. She takes
people and rips off their scars like
band-aids, quick so it's painless,
quick so it tears out their hair and
leaves their skin an angry shade of
red. A speech's been in the making
for years, an excuse about being
chewed up and spat out from
the belly of the beast by a father
with ill humour and a mother
unsympathetic, but in the back of
her mind, behind the heavy curtain
that won't let the eye meet what lack
of light is really all about, she knows
she just enjoys the art of pushing
buttons and breaking the dam.
A bad girl with an average childhood,
who learnt loving parents sometimes
aren't enough to prevent ill humour
and a sympathy drought. To you,
she's a girl. That's always been good
enough a reason to fall for.