Its crazy how conscious she is of how she appears,
Two hours of getting dressed and still can't look herself in the mirror,
Living fast, never displaying any fear,
Never allowing anyone else in her atmosphere.
She lives away from home,
Far away from everything she knows,
Thorns on bushes, sunflowers and a Rose,
But the fast life and lights capture the afterglow.
Her “friends” think that she has it all,
They can convince her to do anything with a simple call,
Her past anxiety is catching up to her as she falls,
My Berkley VanderWall