So what am I now?

I dry my eyes each night,
Trying to get ready, I don't want to fight.
Dark makeup to hide the mistakes,
See what my new appearance makes.
Black shirt and long pants,
Hide away from the rants...
I won't stick up for what I believe,
All I want to do is leave.

My anger boils, bubbling over the top,
Tattoos and pregant when is it going to stop?
I am a simple girl wanting to be a writer,
Guess that fate wanted me to be a fighter.
Expelled and moved around constantly,
What I get is what I see...
Hate everyone in this place,
Why won't they look me in the face?

Cheer, cheer, cheer,
Dyed and colored hair,
Makeup hiding a bruised face,
Nothing happeneds in the right time or place.
What ever happened to happy endings?
Why are there only sad beginnings?
Don't look at how I appear on the outside,
Please look at me the that I hide.

I am some of everything so what am I now?