as she place the dark red lipstick to her bleeding lips
and cover up her bruises on her neck with her foundation
she starts to think if its worth being who she is
because its no ones fault but hers why she is doing this
her life was great until she moved miles away from her loving home
alone in her one room apartment she cries
all those bills that must be paid
she’s no where near to be paying
make-up will change her to the girl she hates most
thick layers of mascara on her lifeless lashes
died red hair tied high
black knee high boots with cardboard as soles
she struts down to town unable to afford the bus
(the bus to her was luxury )
she pulls a brave face and smiles to passing cars
hopeing that she looks good enough to be picked up by a decent man
instead of some cheap sleaze who wanted a cheap fuck
those type of men she picked up every night
also she’s hoping this man might be gentle
and not leave her with a bleeding lip and hand mark bruises
like last time
she didn’t like her job but she had to do it
how else would a school girl drop out pay her way though life
this life to her was real
even though she wished it wasn’t
she wanted to be an actress
but looking down on her all you can see is a heart broken little child hiding behind her hazel eyes