still, i wanna put this out...

who does she live for? surely not herself. she did not open her eyes to her body until it was unhealthily dangerous. all the time, all all the time, all the time i see her eyes pass judgement and i want to burn her hair. will she ever learn? will she ever be one of us, someday join us as the Lennon song goes?

Or is she "happy" to be functioning like an appliance, and struggle like a child retarded. she judges harshly, like sand grates the dry eye…judges and judges and judges everyone like a sage, yet she is yet to grow and learn that she is a woman now and can’t hide her face behind a doll. wisen, girl and chill the bile.

fucked up by elitism yet she lives among the poor and carnage, she judges herself, gets conflicted and bleeds. and fills up with bile again. like poison out of her lips, it is all she spurts. she is a tool, an instrument against who she is. she is needy, awkward. and refuses to take a leaf out of the book of chillers - a gospel of being happy for who you are.

i promise you, for as long as she lives to judge people and mock their passions, she will never find happiness, she will die by her hand, like a harlot, because all the hearts she hurts because of who she thinks she should be will curse her to the grave. my heart curses her future if she should have one.