She's a runaway.

She's a little runaway,
An angel in disguise,
Dressed in cardboard smiles,
With sugar-coated lies.

She's a lip-stick lover,
Smeared and easily wiped clean,
Looks to kill; Daddy's girl,
But where has that body been?

She's a nasty addict,
Attracted to the suit and tie,
Daughter of a mute,
Slices flesh to get by.

She's a bleeding portrait,
A canvas covered in sin,
Tried to prove her innocence,
But the battle she won't win.

She's a hopeless poet,
Seduced by pondering words,
"I love you, i hate you, die"
Her social life, wild - absurd.

She's a cheating romantic,
Whispering his frozen name,
Time iced over any feeling,
Now love is just a game.

*She's a little runaway,
A beautifully painted doll,
Living in another world,
With him her life is whole.*

[I don't even know where to put this .. I wrote it in my English class, just looking at different people makes me think. The last stanza is about me. // ^_^]