Life of the Life

They say I'm the life of the party.

I laugh to much to be the smartie

that I'm to soft for a Harley.

It's hilarious to watch people get together

Say that you'll find one person to be with forever

but you're just watching everybody else find theirs in rough weather.

While I live for the adrenaline

Called the life of the party, but all you see in the mirror is a skeleton.

To smart to be feminine

Outsmart everybody, be talented in so many ways

counting down the days

til your very bones decay

Your called beautiful, to pretty to be real

but only by family, so to unbelief you kneel.

because every boy you've liked, doesn't like you, and you conceal

Every small crush

master killing off a flush

because any praise towards you is hushed

unspoken, unthought, but darling, if only you knew.

all the people who liked you, all the people who,

despite all, think your beautiful, like a star anew.

But they are to scared my dear darling

they think everybody must tell you, but that's what everybody's thinking

so nobodies ever speaking.

The only reason they hate on you,

is because they think it's what you need among all the admiring few

thinking you have enough compliments to get you through

They say blue eyed people get the best compliments, and your brown eyed, so that must be why.

but people won't compliment the blue eyes, in their heads they die

And your here, chasing a high

waiting for the one boy to call you something other than a whore.

even though you haven't kissed a boy or

even held one's hand because who wants the girl who's admired by so many? Surely none she can ignore.

admired by many, hated by many, and only known by a few

The love and life of life, of the party, but cries to

A beautiful girl who believes herself to be ugly, just a child, who's favorite color in life is blue