Melanie's seventeen years of age.
She owns about a billion shoes,
a billion outfits,
a billion dollars,
a billion admirers,
a billion lies.
You'll never see her cry,
smirk,
mock,
offend.
She's what everyone in society would call perfect.
But society's gone all fucked up;
thinking that the most admirable people,
are also the biggest liars.
She is Melanie
She has callousy fingers from playing guitar,
a vein popping out of her neck whenever she commands her vocal chords to follow a tune,
a closet full of black and gray,
an Adam who presses his lips against hers just to calm her down
and not much else.
Welcome to the biggest of lies,
which just so happened to mean
Melanie Manchester.
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