I'm broken, as far as broken goes.
My night is day, and day is night.
I've been trampled on like a dying rose.
Sometimes the feeling of that I might--
Never compares to what arose.

I'm ugly, these scars of mine a deep and telling truth.
My hair is too curly, too straight, too brown.
Eyes the color of an outdated blue diner booth.
Eyes are what tell the story in my heart, on my skin, deep down.

I wish I could speak out.
These walls closing in,
Crushing me, suffocating me, these walls are what I was about.
Defining my existence as tears fall down my chin.

My doors are locked, no one will ever know me.
Once I'm gone.
There's only one who could ever hold the key.
I don't know who, but he too will be gone.

Blood boiling, words exchanged.
You never understood my life.
You could never understand the maimed.
Never understood the knife.

Fighting is all we ever do.
Shouting matches, shrill shouts of crying despair.
It seems I'm not important to you.
We truly are beyond repair.

Words cut like a blade of a knife,
Blades of a knife open souls, desperate to be free.
How could one girl be in such strife?
She'll never be a princess like so many dream, not even have a royal decree.

Fleeting feelings, tucked to fade.
Scars are forever, tattoos of misery and pain.
There are memories I'd gladly trade.
Blood can remind, blood can stain.

Gangly and tall,
Attributes of mine.
I hardly feel skinny at all.
Hidden they are, feelings that I hide behind.

Hearts are battered,
Beaten or torn,
Mangled or tattered.
For some... It's just how we're born.