Her eyes shine with extreme hatred towards everything,
Her voice scorns the world.
She cares for nothing except herself,
And that is never enough then.
She constantly belittles herself,
Trying to compare her beauty to a cheerleader's,
Slashing at her clothes and skin,
She finds that everything becomes a mess.
Creating her own style of clothes,
With her knives and scissors,
She strolls into town
Ignoring the stares of everyone around her.
They constantly whispered
Giggled and chatted,
About the many bandages on her body.
She didn't care what they said about her.
They were invisble little pests.
She was the wicked one,
The tattoo on her shoulder said everything.