Convenient Girl
I change my hair.
I change my face.
Still within I feel disgrace.
The queen that once was
has lost her crown.
A painted smile
hardly hides a frown.
I always was a convenient girl,
living in a changeable world.
I wore black to hide my spots.
In the end it didn't matter much.
Drifting in and out of life,
I can't say I was lost-
only tragically convenient.
Reaching out to the face in the mirror,
A painted smile,
for such a convenient girl.
I wear dark glasses
to hide my fears.
My eyes are dry,
they hold no tears
for the wicked ones
who lost their way.
They weren't flexible enough ,
they couldn't stay
with the bitter queen
and her careless ways.
When did I stop being
a convenient girl?
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