I became the girl my parents warned me about.

I became the girl who drank black coffee to curb my appeite, but stuffed myself on impulse.

I became the girl who wore red lipstick, yet degraded myself by letting a stanger kiss it off.

I became the girl who smiled and laughed, yet alone made black tears.

I became the girl who wore too much eyeliner and shirts that were a little too low cut.

Make up was used to cover myself, my true identity.

The deplorable condition of my heart showed on my cut up wrists.

A little bit of weed to help me get by.

A little bit of alcohol burning as it slid down.

I lay under him and cry as it happens,

Yet don't regret it after.

I became the girl my parents warned me about....