12 in The Morning

There's a place between the useless faces
In the crevices of your disgraces
I sit alone toying with my insecurities
But even they think it's pointless
They tell me that my mind's disjointed
And that pieces of my sanity are long gone

But I can't let go of the colorful shards
That tear my skin and give me scars
Because the dolls from my childhood never turned colors when I pulled them apart

 I've got heart
Even though it's frowning right now
I feel loved when they say I'm a let down
Because girls like me should be pretty
Girls like me shouldn't be so needy
I tell them I'm not a girl anyways

Really I'm just a psycho
Posing as a 14 year old
I creep into the ranks of humanity
And then I pull them down
To the ranks of lowlifes like myself