Face the Mirror
 

volgende gedicht da ik ga posten is een nederlands gedicht hier nog even een engelse....

Stupid bitch
you think that you are fooling anyone
I can see past the perfect makeup
What the hell happened to you?
You use to be someone I was proud to look at in the morning
Now you are nothing but a slut
A trashy little tramp
The guys like ya huh?
They always did
Even without the red lipstick
What does that scream?
I'm free?
You never went home with a different guy before
Why now
Why now do your painted blue eyes have to be so suggestive
There was more to you then a pretty face
A swaying body
You got attention in jeans and a x-large sweater
Why do you need the attention from a paint on tank top?
God what a mess
I hate staring at you now
Ashamed to be the one you come to
With the tired satisfied little smile on you smeared lips
You aren't even ashamed at yourself are you?
No you are a true whore
You enjoy the tricks you play
The numbers you get
What will you do when your looks fade?
Or if you get a child?
What kind of mother will you be?
What would your mother think
God I hate you
You think you have the world by the nose
But the people who matter
The ones that count
Look away in embarasment
In shame
In fear
They start to lose faith in you
To think you aren't someone they want after all
Sluts have no friends
Just competition
You use to hate people like you
Why do you join them
Why do you play their games?
Lose your depth
For their shallowness?
Fool
Stupid slutty fool
Go sleep your life away
I hope you die!!!!!

The girl smiles sadly at the mirror, turns and walks out the door..........lost

Ik vind die andere beter, als ik eerlijk ben. Ik denk niet dat ie hard genoeg overkomt, ondanks het 'redelijk' expliciete taalgebruik. Geen idee hoe dat komt.