Made of glass and
Pale, white heart.
Such innocent thoughts
And very, very naïve.
Caring and kind
But used ‘till she’s done.
Fragile also precious
‘Till she spilled her ink.


Now messy and blood
Tanned, tanned skin.
Brutal honesty changed
Into hidden lies, lies.
Rude and hatred
Between smile, smile
Pessimistic inside
Ambitious grown-up.