Pretty as a picture.
But no frame to remember.
Attitude as cold as December.
She feels herself slipping.
Searching her-self somethings gone missing.
She just wanted people to Listen.
She never asked for much.
And she loved people a bunch.
She considered how everyone else felt.
Except her-self.
Many Arts Many Talents.
Worked so hard she built up Callous.
She was everyones favorite person.
No-one meant to hurt her.
She was left behind and forgotten.
Everyone had their dreams her own she dropped it.
She did everything she was told.
Was finally feed up,the same thing was getting too old.
She peeled her skin and begun to grow bold.
Soon enough she let her temper give her mold.
She grew sour and mean.
Didnt let anyone effect her self-esteem.
She knew the price of her actions.
She would pay the cost didnt matter the subtractions.
Rebeled became her own person.
Now runs on Diesal like an Excursion.
Big and bad.
Shes always mad.
She tells people she is what life made her.
Her Relapses often reoccur.
Calls her-self Nilla Sweetz.
They ask why.
She Replies.
Baby im as sweet as life allows me to be...