I wear these My kiddy barrettes,
Pink, blue, and purple,
Stars, Moons, and hearts,
I wear them as a mark of my innocents,
The innocents you raped from me,
You where suppose to lend me your trust,
Instead you leaned me your burden,
Dishonest and Troubled,
You just couldn’t stand looking at your on reflection,
I have grown from the little girl that I once was,
A Blurred childhood,
A man I didn’t know,
Your where suppose to be my protector,
Hold me in your arms,
And brush away the pain of the world,
I was suppose to hate you for being to strict,
And hate you for not letting me go out,
Instead my hate for you has grown far to deep,
But I wear these my kiddy barrettes,
They reminded me of what I still have,
There so pretty,
And The shapes on them make me giggle,
They give me something to look for,
So pathetic and pointless,
But I wear these my kiddy barrettes,
Pink, blue and purple,
Stars, Moons and hearts,
I wear them as a mark of my innocents,
That was once so brutally raped away by you. |
