Dear Edgy Girl

Dear Edgy Girl

Dear Edgy Girl,


You probably hate being called Edgy Girl.


Youre not doing anything on purpose,

Unintentionally counter-culture.


Its your genuine self.


But I cant seem to believe it.


Your spikes a surrender of sincerity,

Your leather a lackluster attempt at leverage,


Your red lips a plagiarized signature of femininity.


You negated my identity.

So Ive made it my mission to negate yours.


Im sorry that my prayers for your demise have worked,

Triggered trauma far greater than I can understand.


As the smoke winds out from your stale cigarette,

An overused sign of rebellion,


My lips sneer at the habit,

(One I occasionally revisit)

Signaling my own sense of superiority,

Of uneasy insecurity.


Im sorry I believe that I won a race you never entered;

That I endured a marathon you were never trained to run,

A competition in which you could never prevail.


I stalk through your photos

In hopes of understanding

Secrets I am not entitled to knowing.


My pity,

My sympathy,

Is concocted.


A simmering crock-pot of jealousy.

A home-cooked pile of envy.


I see my fears in your battle scars.

My nightmares in the cracks of your armor.


Better you than me.


My apologies,

Girl Who is Purging Her Hate

it's a man's world

it's a man's world

Warning: To Future Lovers

Warning: To Future Lovers