introverted and obscene she covers scars in neoprene never quite a beauty queen she walks the world half in a dream overwhelmed and quite erratic she finds the message in the static always strangely in demand she only wants to hold your f**ing hand all the time I tried to be a better human than you see the creature that i have become I tried so hard but I am weak I hate the thing I turned into I hated me, now I hate you I am the missing operand I only wanted to hold your f**ing hand pretty little girls in a pretty little world singing along to the same recycled popular sensibilities nothing that she could connect to sugar and spice and all things right and wrong and nobody ever took the time to ask if this was how she wanted her own universe to be