Your stereotypical teenage heartbroken girl.

You can't see it in her eyes, so blank, so big, so wise.
But that she's got that hourglass figure, calling to all the guys, with such tempting thighs.
Proportions exact to Barbie's size, fooling the boys to believe all of her lies.
For hours and hours at night she cries; she blames the boys for leaving and saying goodbyes.

Goodbyes that lead to the cuts, scars, and bruises.
Underneath that glamorous facade, she loses.
Without a man's touch, she feels so useless.
She voids eye contact and she fronts, emotionless.

Emotionless to society, and coping with a broken heart.
All this because she left it with a boy to rip, tear, and break apart.
She turns to new men in hopes of a fresh new start.
Though she doesn't know, because of her, I've become so smart.

Smart towards my perspectives with gentlemen.
Never to rely on them.
But to respect, enjoy, and attain my zen.
See I use to believe in fairytales way back then.

Then I met this girl and saw it in her eyes, so blank, so big, so wise.