The glow of the plastic girl
is blurry, as she wants to be metallic.
She lives as a princess leah;
dodging every shot from the laser guns.
But she’s sadly mistaken.
She dreams of talking lions & milky clouds.
She touches the grey walls and they turn red.
She paints the picture to which no one sees,
that will bring Van Gogh to his knees.
People worry about her.
Her mind is clear as others are blurred.
She’s intellectual, yet mind blind.
In her mind along with the wall
Painted like a drive-by.
She had a beautiful face
with the skylight in her eyes.
She was the weird one in school.
Too much time in her mind.
Kurt Kobain in her eyes
While Hendrix pours from her ears.
The beat of the drum helps fade away
Mom has the blues
while dad has the screamo.
She pains herself
to rid the hurt.
Her music saves her
And her mind is her way out.
Soon she goes
back to her
And back to