you see that good girl,
the one standing right over there,
she may not be so good,
but you would never know.
she has no friends,
she dresses modestly everyday,
she seems like a good girl
each and every day.
but at home,
it's a completely different story,
she talks like a sailor
and dresses like a hooker.
you think she's a good girl,
but you don't know her,
you judge her
like you judge a book by it's cover,
but judgment is as fake
as the popular girl who cakes her face
with makeup everyday.
YOU ARE READING
poetry/writing :)
Poetryi used to hate poetry, but now i write poems almost every day. ahhh i'm turning into a basic white girl.
