a girl like me wouldn’t do that
a girl like me wouldn’t scream
she wouldn’t light the match
or dose the walls in kerosene
she wouldn’t think those thoughts
wouldn’t tell those lies
she wouldn’t hide her pain
she would try to make it right
a girl like me wouldn’t burn
a girl like me wouldn’t leave
she would tell someone about it
wouldn’t she?
a girl like me has feelings
a girl like me needs care
she has to be more than polished
you can’t just brush her hair
beauty is superfical
it can be painted on
to cover up the cracks
like a mask to be put on
a girl like me is human
a human that needs care
so tell me,
what kind of girl is under there?