A Girl.

A simple t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of shoes

Staring out the windows, eyes ignited with fuse

Another day where the Earth is spinning

She wonders if there’s a day she’ll stop yearning

For her life to be the definition of perfection

Hoping she could find a change of direction

A girl who dreams of her life as a beauty

To only see it as her duty

With many tasks thrown at hands

There’s no time for back-up plans

To remain strong through the rest

 She must survive through the stress

In order to win the trophy in this so called pageantry

She has to go through many catastrophes

To hope for the future she dreamed for

She must fight through this extreme gore