HidingClara

Can't hear, won't care. Doesn't matter, don't care. Torn and ripped up like newspaper, pieced together, manipulated by a traitor. An unpopular point of view, made even more unpopular by you. Tear the argument apart and with ignorance you numb the heart and soul of every fight I ever fought in spite. Call me stupid, call me immature, I'm sure writing it on twitter will cure your embarrassment and shame of being nothing but the product of blame. because I'm a woman? Maybe because I'm young? But I'll tell you, son, I'm not dumb. One day I'll speak truth and I will be respected, Never quietened by a "shhh" or neglected. One day I'll have more voi

Rip the hair from my scalp scratch the mascara from my eyes de-light, de-love and de humanise. More than a face, a body and hair. I’m everything you envy, I don’t care. Hate me, I dare you. make my heart bleed. but nothing. Just nothing. and my patience is rusting. See, I’m made of substance. I have a mind, I’m not a “slag" or a “slut" and I won’t unbind. Your vile words won’t touch me and even if you tried, I’d hold up a mirror and bounce back your cyanide. So change the colour of your nails, and pretend all you've done is fine. but mark my words, you'll pay for this and Karma won't be