Dancers
She steps out on stage, nymphette grin in place.
Lipgloss and glitter smeared on her almost angel face.
You'd hardly know she was a person and not some lovely doll.
Because those little white pills hold her high above it all.
The music begins and the DJ says a name.
Doesn't really matter which because they're all the same.
Interchangeable girls, interchangeable parts
With painted on smiles and sweet restless hearts.
Comments
You're a good writer, Hannah. Don't quit. You can make it if you try. I'm really looking forward to watching you grow.
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