Makeup and dark clothes
Dressing up like the hoes
I am the epitome of a good girl gone bad
Swearing is my second lanuage and Im constantly mad
Alcohol and drugs are the ways I spend my time
Even the occasional crime
Band T's and hard core music
Mom doesn't approve but without it I'd probaly lose it
I was once the perfect daughter, I got the perfect grades and played sports
Now all I have is too short of shorts
Nobody notices anyway, and if they do its only to yell
I wonder what would happen if off the deep end I fell
Would they notice, would they even care?
Probaly not, my mother barely notices if I dye my hair
This is where this poem will end,
I'm running out of things to write and words to bend
