Monsters

She's just a doe-eyed girl
living in a terrible world
where the monsters wear makeup
and try to take it all from her

she's a reader, a greeter
not an avid beater

she's small, the world so big
full of whores, and masterminds

she's humble, might bumble
but never going to take your head off

men say these things, and do these things
make you feel like everything is fine
such a shame there's no truth out here anymore

She may be a doe-eyed girl, but she's no
monster, innocent or not, she's no monster.

her lips stay pink, as well as her flesh
she has a heart, a brain, and a fresh start

she may have teeth, and a sharp tongue
but all that can be seen beyond those
is pink and soft.

she's a soft girl, not meant to be abused and used
like a rag cleaning off the oil from your car's leaking pipes

she's a real girl, no hood girl, no fake faced fiend
she's a real girl, no monster, no jester.