Get Your Own Voice PlayerManageMegan Marie Watson. It seems everything I do and everything I say is taken the wrong way. I have a way of saying things that will make you cringe, I am too honest and it will break you someday. I’m just the girl whose standing in the background, watching carefully and listening to people say, “Oh Megan, what have you become?” I’m like a drug, a taste of me and you’ll never get enough, until one day your parents will tell you, “You gotta quit that”. A couple more days and the shock has settled, it’s all over and the fog has cleared- You’ve had enough because I’m no longer amazing. But soon, you know I’ll be back, because I’m not gonna stop, I’ll never stop. If I’m broken, nimble fingers will fix me soon enough; hate me and in a couple more days your mindset will have changed. I am the toy enemy your childhood dreams warned you of, and if you mess with me, I’ll become another simply dramatized Hollywood nightmare. Friends come first, and it will be me; fake fucking crazy slut there to save the day. I suggest keeping on my good side. Stare me in the face and you’ll never win. I am the one you were afraid of growing up. I’m going to hurt you, you can count on it- send you to the morgue without a single glance your way. [I make no sense I make no sense I make no sense]You’ll understand me if you talk to me. There's nothing to me. I'll tell you I’m hard to figure out, but like fragile glass my barriers aren’t hard to break. I'll see right through all of your lies, and i'll see through you, because those words you're telling are hardly ever true. I’ll see the real you in no time, the real you that hides behind the fakest fucking smile and a mask of dark makeup. I’m just the ‘it’ girl, that all of your lies kept glued together, with absolutely nothing underneath. I’m not intelligent, I just come off that way, I’m elegance in a box tied with a pretty string of pearls. Undo the bow and I’ll tear in two. Love me? Then again, you’ll never really know me. You’ll see the emptiness that lies behind emptiness, borders and walls and pretty colors that are not and never will be simply me. Will you say you know me when I grab you by the hair, tilt you back, and slit your throat; as I whisper in your ear, “I was never alive,” Fake plastic bitch, though nights bring me to life and screaming for help won't stop me. I’m not who I say I am. I am a whore. I am nothing. I have no self esteem, and I LIKE IT. Deal with it because you will, you won’t, you will, you won’t understand me and the way my mechanisms grind. One day I’ll love you, one day I’ll hate you, and next it’s me writhing beside you. I can’t make up my mind and it’s something people tend to find intriguing or even remotely strange. It’s a woman’s prerogative, after all. That’s the me a few people know, though my masks are constantly changing and as mentioned, I’m never the same. One day it’s Happy and the next it’s Cunt, and some days I feel like I could take on the world, while others I feel like evaporation is the key to it all. You can’t break me, I was never fixed; you can’t fix me, I’m too broken. It depends it. It all just depends. I like snow, and i love this one boy, Matt<3333. I’m a big fan of noise. I’m the cliché rumble doll and I’m ready. Dance with me and I’ll take your hand, and take you places you’ve never dreamt. Mess with me and I’ll bring you down before you can beg me to fall with you. I’m everything you need, I’m everything you could want, I’m everything you’ve been taught to hate. Got me and you’ve got the world at your fingertips. Call it narcissism, call it vanity, I call it a façade. I’m confident, I have opinions and you will not agree. My potential is obvious. I’ve got my issues, don’t we all, but I’ll work through them. Lies & secrets & menthol cigarettes get me through life with every thing I need. I don’t need you, I need me, and I need nothing more. But who knows, you may like me. I have a comeback for anything you could throw at me. And I guaranfuckingtee in one way or another I could be the girl who changes your life.
