Prep

She's happy,
And she's smiles.

She's got the little strut.
She's perfect in her expensive clothes,
and perfume from Abercrombie & Fitch.

She's hot like they want it.
She's nothing but a dream.
Having everything she's wanted.
Like everybody sees.

Truth is that she hides it.
Unlike just before.

She used to be a punk,
Wearing out her depression.
Now she hides it under everything,
making it worse.

Everyday she drags on,
Giving them what they want.
She has everything down,
like it's no big problem.

Only that's the thing.
It's not.
She's dying on so slowly.
Killing herself.
And not caring.

You know this girl,
everybody does.
It's that one you never expect.
It's the one,
They all want.

* I know it's not all that good. Just felt like writing it. Anyway, please comment, it means a ton. I'll try to comment back. Thanks much.