Opposite Day. Poem by Dyllan Martin

A girl as old as 15,
Pretty as a cloud,
To guys she's a dream,
Cheerful and colourful as can be,
Or so I'm told,

But when backs are turneds,
She's as cold as the sea,
And if you look on her arm,
You may even see,
Slices and dices,
Her own handiwork,

Bright eyeshadows of pinks and greens,
Yellow neon,
Or tangerine cream,
All is well, Or so it seems,

Behind her rainbow,
A colourful costume,
Is the blacks and the greys that hide beneath,
In the darkness she hides away from the outer world,

500 Myspace friends,

A broken heart,

21 Boyfriends,

No shoulder to cry on,

The Lives Of The Popular Can Be Lonely.