Why must we play this game?
destiny's at my door
sitting at my make-up stand, staring at myself in the mirror
painting my lips with crimson lipstick
and edging my eyes with black
I'm sad and broken, laying on the floor
my tears are black, and my make-ups smeared
black marks all down my face
which reminds me of my never healing scars
just go home
leave me alone
don't even bother talking to me
and don't remove my make-up, which covers up my wounds
it's a little girl's dream
and a tiny boy's nightmare
fate.. it's a hood, which shadows you in the dark
it's face is hidden, until it's too late
as deep, dark, cold, shallow blue eyes
stare you right in the face
fate
the whole world falls out
as a cold smile crosses her crimson lips
a grin from ear to ear
it's all fake
her beautiful little yellow dress,
and laced up black shoes,
her blue eyes,
and neatly tied back golden hair
her smile grows bigger
as she sits on the black and white checkered floor
cross legged waiting for her Savior
it's all fate, it's deadly, but it's all fate
her last word whispered
as she dies all alone, cold dead and now forgotten
......fate......
__This poem is a rewrite of my friend(Becky)'s poem. Yes, she allowed me to put my name on it and all. Because I have changed it so much. I only kept maybe.. 2-3 lines of her poem in it.(the last few lines)
