She walks down the street
With her
Well manicured feet
And
Expensive clothes that
Drape her
Well-toned figure
Achieved with the help of her
Personal trainer
On her tanned wrist lain
A diamond chain
One of daddy’s little presents
Everyone she passes stops to stare
Envying her,
The one with the blonde hair
She knows she has it all
Yet why is she so sad?
If her ‘friends’ ever knew
They’d think her mad
The other girls look on with jealousy
and contempt
As stinging words pass through their lips
Would they be comforted?
If they knew where this girl was headed?
(To get her daddy’s gun,
It’s in the top drawer of his desk, on first-storey of their mansion)
They’d probably feel sorry,
Shocked even,
Guilty,
Wishing they had never said those things
But it’s a little too late now,
Isn’t it?
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