Bridge the Gap

Bridge The Gap another day, one at a time till finially they said I was ready. the money came and went and finally i saved it unspent. just after seven laid back in sterile punk rocker's heaven. she said stay calm there, all done. i sat up my vision spun. i stumbled to the mirror. ah yes, it was finially here! it didn't hurt even though you might think it did. brigding the gap between the soul's windows but yet distancing myself from many. those who are drawn to it are the wrong crowd the adults say well guess what. im an adult too and you gave me my way. it's just a litte piece of metal it doesn't do you no harm. and yet the judging stares the children point and mothers gasp. but either way i am proud of my little bridge piercing pink hair black bangs and torn tights. appearence doesn't make a person something or not. the only ones who seem unfraid are the little kids innocent curoius. forgiving... step back. rewind. i think from them a lesson needs be taught to mankind. xoxo Ellie