|| Minor Casualties ||

Promised to be a queen once in her life
Told she was special, one of a kind
Then she found out that love had a price
And if you weren't perfect, those words were lies

Trying her hardest to make herself pretty
She cut herself away to wear a dress misfitting
Becoming stupid and petty, no longer witty
And eventually she died, fake and filthy

"Why did I throw myself away
Just to become an acceptable fake?
I've waded too deep into something I hate
And I suppose this is my earned fate."

More casualties occur everyday
And her mental health is wasting away
Please don't ask her how she's doing today
She's so very tired of saying "okay"