Author: The Flying Dolphin of Love PM
From life, with love. It's how a seventh grader sees it all.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Chapters: 4 - Words: 886 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-07-12 - id: 3020568
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Think, think, think
I'm thinking of the days when people give me shit
It's hard to remember though, since I try to forget
What's the point if all it does is depress?
Why do I want to remember?
Do I want to be reminded of all the snow that had to fall?
I'm starting my own pity party, and there'll only be one guest
I'll bring my own cake, my own presents, my own dress
I'm my own entertainment, but don't worry, I won't fall
My dress is made of regrets, and it's very, very tall
My shoes are made from dreams, and they're beautiful at first glance
But frankly, honestly, they'll never hold my stance
Where's my tiara? I swore I had it on
It was there just a moment ago, but now it's rather gone
I'm afraid it carried my dignity, my facade of glowing, bright lights
Shit, but all the light bulbs died and now I'm in a fight
Replace, replace, replace, but all they do is die
I'm trying, I'm trying, but I think I'm gonna cry
Each one is bigger, brighter, more elaborate but I need more
There's glass all around me, and it's turning into a chore
And then my shoes give out, my cheap, plastic heels
I'm falling into glass, wishing I was steel
What happened to my party? It was supposed to be grand
But now I'm lying in glass, my blood turning it into sand
It's time to rebuild it all, once more, once again
The colors faded to shades, black and white, the ultimate trend
Now I must repaint it all, and glue the shards back together
I'm ready; my shoes can hold me now, since I'm as light as a feather.