She Needed A Role Model, So That’s What She Became

Before,

She was was bullied

With a drunkard father

Growing up in Hollywood.

Many acquaintances,

But never a friend.

Her world got darker,

With each passing day,

Despite the flashes from the cameras,

Illuminating her.

And as she got older,

She fell to the drugs,

And the games

People played her as.

Her "friends" always made sure,

She was ready for a show.

But once it was over,

They were there no more.

They used her for money,

And self fame,

And every time she fell deeper,

Into her depression.

She dreamed for a savior,

But there was naught a single,

Light to look up to.

She hated her body,

Thought there was too much,

So after every meal,

She gagged herself,

And got it all out.

Soon,

Her only escape

Was to harm herself,

And slit her wrists.

The pain would flow,

Out of her,

For a time.

But once they scabbed over,

She would fill once again,

With sadness.

She spent many years,

Battling herself,

In a civil war,

And there was never a winner.

Until one day,

A side rose above.

She decided to get help,

Because she could stand this battle no longer.

So she checked in,

To the clinic,

That would be her home,

For three months.

There, she was healed,

For the most part.

And she emerged from the rubble,

And the broken down walls,

Like a Skyscraper.

She had taken a hold,

Of her life,

And had stopped the constant pain.

And now, she still suffers.

But oh, so much less.

She kicked out her old friends,

And replaced them with new.

Now she has Wilmer,

A beautiful dude,

And he makes her happy.

Her scars, she calls

Her battle wounds

Because now she is a Warrior

And her smiles are genuine.