She was happy earlier
She kinda wished her hair was curlier
Country was what made her happy
Now she is sentenced to raise a liar

She once was a bean pole
Her mother took her to the swimming hole
She was meant to be a ballerina
that dream went cold

Uncordinated but bold
She became shy
The happy years of her childhood
Quickly flew by

Her grades sucked
Her complexion run amuck
No boys looked her way
She went through this everday

People tell her its not cool to be such a
skank
In her heart she knows, she would bang anyone named
Frank

Her goal was to be skin and bone
The pain of not eating for days makes her moan
She stopped eating long ago
For all her problems would be gone if she was bone.
-"Bone" by:Mia