Prom Queen
She was a Teenage queen
With a crown made from broken hearts
But no one knew
Hers was broken from the start
Girls, girls, girls
She was always the meanest
Especially to others
But if you know what they say
Girls are always meaner to -
themselves, than any other
So just imagine the hate
The self loathing inside her
I really hate to say it
But my own self hate seems to -
Match, if not exceed her own
I seem to hide it better
I am probably worse off
My silent screams don't stop
They can't even be seen
Let alone heard by you all
I suppose that is why my-
Self destructive tendency
Is all that I have left
