"Little Miss Fuck-Up"
 
Little Miss Fuck-Up sat in her chair,
wiping her tears and pulling her hair.
"What else can I do to make them love me?
Why can't they just let me be me!"
Now, Little Miss Fuck-Up wasn't always named thus.
In fact, her name was once sweet and joyous.
"Protector of the Grey Fortress:" like castles and knights,
or "Garden of Hollies," a beautiful sight!
But Mother and Father joined hand in hand,
and spat "you need to go far away from this land!"
"Your job has few hours, you never leave home,
you're fatter than hell, and no man for your own!"
Little Miss Fuck-Up cried back "but what else can I do?
I can't force someone to love me and starve myself too!"
But no matter what she said, she begged and she cried,
the whole world turned it's back and shrunk from her side.
"My friends are all gone, and have lovers and lives,
while I'm waiting out for something to fall from the skies."
So she gathered her dress and ribboned her head,
"I bet they'd love me once they find out I'm dead."
"But you must'nt think that way," said an Angel overhead,
"you still have a purpose here, and no one wants you dead!"
So Little Miss Fuck-Up smiled and raised her chin,
only to feel the same way, next week, over again.
"I don't know where to go, what to do, or say!
But I can't keep saving this for another day!"
Little Miss Fuck-Up was once a sweet child,
until the ravages of the World drove her mind wild.