Lost girls don't put on soft shades of pink lipstick,
We don't wear our hair in a curly pony tail
And you're probably not going to find us at church.
We sit in graveyards and seek our advice from the dead, the wind, nature.
We are found in the box dye isle at the grocery store or with hair falling around us in bathrooms as we hack it off, wanting to break out of these bodies.
Lost Girls are found in libraries, looking for answers to the hatred of the world.
We are wondering art galleries trying to find some hope that things like emotion and feeling aren't extinct.
We are so smothered in music that explains the way our hearts beat and drowns out the critism of the world.
We are walking around at night trying to find the place that says "you belong right here."
Lost Girls are looking for home in a place that doesn't want us.
We fight hard and love harder.
We can't see our own worth but we can see everyone else's.
We would die without question for the things that we love.
We are difficult to love.
If you find a Lost Girl however,
Hold on to her.
For Lost Girls make you feel exactly like being found.