Sunday, January 8, 2012

Barbwire Eyeliner

The prison is her mind,
Eyeliner lines the cage like a barbwire fence,
Trapping her in the confines of conformity.

She wanted to be happy,
Everyone told her to be happy,
It was all a lie,
That stung deeper and deeper as time rolled on.

The girl looked for love,
That happiness you find,
In Those Forgotten Places,
That Lasts For All Of Time.

She could not find it,
Society would not let her,
They told her to buy and consume,
Buy and consume.

She became society's tool,
Shirts and shoes,
Boys and toys,
A state of temporary inebriation.

The barbwire became too high,
The spikes too sharp,
She could not escape,
So she put on more eyeliner.

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