These Scars

Meretricious

You’re meretricious,

Giving yourself away.

You’re earning the dirty looks,

Loose lips spread what kind of girl you are.

Meretricious,

Throwing yourself into trash.

Lost all the respect,

When you started shaking behind closed doors,

What led you from losing your grace.

The light of joy that shone in your eyes I can’t find,

The innocence in your voice died a while ago.

What happened to the little girl,

I used to know?

I can’t find a trace of her.

Clinging on to hope,

But the rope burns make it hard to hold.