Did you cut your hands when your glass house fell?
I always told you not to play too roughly.
Now look what you’ve done,
Your roof has crumbled and your walls are smashed.
You will have to sleep on the ground from now on.
Was the beauty worth the insanity?
Now the only comfort you’ll find will be from the padded walls.
Did you ever notice that you were the only one that was laughing?
Just go on combing your matted hair,
It will all fall out soon.
The kind of sickness you have can’t be cured by their needles,
Or by their self-centered hands.
Lollypop tears smeared on your face,
Your fingers are starting to blend in with the woodwork,
Everything that made you different makes me ill.
Giggling little silly girl,
Girl with the fake smile and plastic face.
Wearing paper clothes with bandages on your wrists.
You just wanted to be like the rest,
Now you’re all that’s left.
Maggie
