She is damaged goods with emotional and physical scars,
Of abuse endured during her formative years.
She is a beautiful young woman everyone says,
Inside though is a tortured soul.
Now she seeks approval by dancing.
If you can call it that.
For a pretty girl the money is good,
The constant adoration of the patrons,
Marriage proposals,
Still inside the emptiness.
Money, drugs and the "Fast Lane" life,
Distract for a while.
Self esteem is non-existent.
Times not blurred by a drug and alcohol fog,
Are spent in fear and self loathing.
For she too cannot say no,
From different roots this malady came.
With a paralyzing inability to make a decision,
She allows others to control her life.
She swears some day this cycle will end,
But not holding her breath,
Till that day comes.

2010 Walt Hardester