Becoming What She Feared.

She dreams too big,
and loves too much.
She's odd and weird,
yet broken at the touch.

She's judgemental and hateful,
but no one could love more.
She's the kindn that's weak,
so broken and tore.

Writing is her life,
gets emotions out.
Little spurts of randomness.
As she begins to shout
The lyrics that are
painted upon her heart.

Fathers just another guy,
unable to be a true man.
Tears are too big to hold,
just as the heart in her hand.

Thrown around like a baseball,
as each scratch gives more blood.
Her advice is for others, not herself..
And her confusion causes flood.

Her hair is rarely done,
and her make ups always smeared.
By the end of everyday,
as she becomes more of what she's feared.