Bitter Release
She was born in the park, under a tree
from then on, we called her Bree.
She was from the wrong side of the tracks
but she had to live with that fact.
She had long golden blonde hair
that she loved to comb with care.
Her skin was smooth as silk
But she lived in filth.
Her parents were poor, living in a trailer park
She never knew her world would turn so dark.
She got out of her parents house, got a job, and fixed herself up
but she could never escape her past, it always caught up.
Boys liked her body, not her mind
they thought they could score, when she spoke, they only denied.
Who would believe trailer park trash?
She went through the world, absorbing the lies
The cruelty of people today, as the tears filled her eyes.
Such harsh words, they threw at her
She just turn her head,dieing inside, not an easy healer.
Over and over, people looked at her past
Skanky whore they'd say, it puzzled her how people could judge so fast.
Not even knowing her heart, or her mind
Pointing and taunting, committing their own crime?
The crime of ripping a person apart piece by piece
in this world of pitaful release
of their own anger,pain, and fucked up lives
turning us closer toward the oh so painful knife.