Dark Closet Confessions I

Sitting in the dark she isn't dumb enough to think no one has ever felt this way
She knows shes nothing special but wishes she was something to someone that could not be replaced
All she ever needed was a closet in the dark as shes holding every card she could have played
The very people who helped to make this manic little cupcake
She cannot seem to push away
Beauty only goes so far and trends change by the day
Alone cant even trust herself not to tear her soul away
The child of Narcissistic dad and Sociopathic mom
Shes in between the moral lines not sure whose side shes on
Tied up in her head like some old dramatic scene
She doesn't want to fight but she wishes to be mean
There is no such thing as trust she learned the day that she was born
And if hell hath hatred fires burn she is indeed a woman scorn
If gods exist its in a kiss and yet she stays lovelorn
Hates the sun but loves the storm
She babbles things that make no sense, smoke and whiskey in the air
If you wish to meet this wicked treat you will do so in despair
Beyond the lipstick and the lies shes never truly there
If razors slice and blood should flow...would the devil really care?
The underworld is in her skin and flows to her dismay
For death he only seems to flirt.....and she cannot make him stay.