Austyn met a bad boy.
He ****** her like a *****.
She hid and hid and hid and hid
Because maybe she deserved more.

Austyn met just some boy.
He hit her one time or maybe four
Austyn shrugged and told her mother,
"What's a little more?"

Austyn ****** a good boy.
His girlfriend was such a bore.
Austyn was mistaken for entertainment.
She hated herself some more.

Austyn is a little girl.
Daddy's creeping through the door.
Austyn is 16, alone, in bed, bleeding and screaming:

"Please
No more,
No more."

Reports of my fame are greatly exaggerated.
My return has been long awaited
My words so weighted
Translated
I'm a big deal
Words
They make me reel
Run out of me like a river
I'm a giver
Give her some room
Let her breathe
A star like that needs room to see
See the next inspiration
Her next frustration
Cause writing it out is an obligation
A need
It scrapes at my skin till it bleeds
If those words don't get written i cry
cry so much I think im gonna die
The kind of cry where the air leaves your lungs
The cry where the only thing you can do is run
So I write.
Turn tears to literature
Confident I'm sure
My words are Shakespearian
The likes of Jane Austyn
Because again I am a star
An up-and-coming poet
I can tell that girl is going far
Reports of my fame are greatly exaggerated