sadness grows inside me like a field of
cherry red roses and golden sunflowers.
seeing girls comparing themselves,
standing naked in long glossy mirrors,
looking down at their bathroom scales
crestfallen... crying.
i've seen this first hand.
a little girl with bright grassy green eyes and long brown hair,
grew up to be a senseless suicidal silhouette.
i watched as the little girl's smiles set like the sun.
her brightness turned into weakness,
and everybody took a turn at her.
day by day she started to drown in her own self hatred.
believing she is only useful when people need her, and is nothing when people don't.
she grew up to be a doormat,
stepped on over and over,
a scattering collection of tennis shoes and moccasin marks.
footprints of the prissy girls in shell top adidas who all the boys drooled over,
thinking that's all she'll ever be.
just a cheap welcome mat with a couple of muddy footprints.
no matter how many people stepped on her they were always still welcome.
the word never disappeared but the girl never did.
