A Little Black Tent

by Shelby   Apr 2, 2007


Is she were to die tomorrow she wouldn't care.
If she were kidnapped and rapped, the rapist she would not fear.
If she were to fail a grade, her parent's wouldn't let it fade.
If she were to skip a class, her parents would be sure to kick her ass.
If she wore the same sweater two day's in a row, the people around her would make her feel so low.
If he nail polish was chipped, her dinner cup would be tipped.
If her mascara faded away, her friend's wouldn't let her stay.
Her expectation's were so high she just wanted to die.
It was the littlest things that led her to this event,
On August 2 she was found dead in a little black tent.

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