They find her laying in her bed.
She lays there naked with a glass and a bottle.
She must have really done it this time.
Rest her poor soul.
The beautiful Marilyn Monroe,
Has took one too many.
It’s heard all around the world.
The most beautiful woman to live,
is gone.
They think I’m crazy.
The keep me locked up,
Will they ever realize nobody is perfect?
I’m not like my mother.
I’m not her.
I don’t need their help.
I’m not crazy.
I just want to be free.
I want to live a normal life.
Just let me be.
The bottle is dwindling to nothing.
She’s drowning in her own thoughts.
A few more pills should numb the pain.
The tears soak her face.
She locks the door just to be left alone.
The light goes out.
She traded herself in to become someone better.
The beautiful Marilyn Monroe lost in her pain.
Believing if she gives herself away to another man…
She might find true love.
So sleeping alone will end.
“I need Joe!” she keeps telling them.
She feels that he can save her,
To save her from herself.
She can’t do it alone anymore.
You can’t fix a heart,
That has never been whole.
She knows no matter what he will love her.
“Get me out of here,” she pleads.
She tells him she’s not crazy.
The four walls in close her in.
The past creeps in the darkness of her room.
“Don’t leave me.”
“My love for you will never go.”
John never answers her calls.
Mr. President left her in the dust.
She calls the white house on every line.
He chose his wife over her,
And she will never be first lady.
She sang him happy birthday,
With a sewn on dress he couldn’t resist.
He will never love her.
The rejection just crushed her.
The romance was history.
Nails painted in ruby red.
Diamonds on her ring finger.
She has such beautiful hands.
Marilyn has fought with them through so much.
Her hands are very slim.
She touches her fingertips to the wine glass.
How could you want to hurt someone so beautiful?
Her hands begin to shake after a few more drinks.
She uses her hands to wipe the tears.
I love how diamonds sparkle in the light.
A lot like me.
You can’t really see how much their worth kept in the dark.
How they twinkle and gleam so beautifully.
Diamonds starts out as just a rock,
Until they go through rough stages.
They become a diamond.
I believe that in there is more to diamonds than meets the eye.
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.
I feel the nervous ache in the pit of my stomach.
They keep banging on my dressing room door.
I’m already four hours late.
Laying here crawled up on the floor.
I tell them five more minutes.
Even I know that’s not true.
As I put my lipstick on,
I take a few pills to clear my head.
I feel the numbness taking over.
I put a smile on my face.
Showtime.
They don’t see me for the true actress I am.
I’m just the sexy dumb blonde.
That’s what they all believe is the only thing I have to offer.
They think I can’t have a serious role.
In the eyes of Hollywood I’m not even a person.
I’m a joke.
If I’m so beautiful, why do I feel so imperfect?
I’ll never be good enough.
Not for these Hollywood lights.
She can be selfish,
And quite impatient.
She admits her faults,
And let the world hear her words.
She cries behind closed doors.
She feels like there’s something missing in her life.
She thinks to herself,
“If I’m so special, why do I cry myself to sleep?”
Lipstick smears her pillow.
Mascara runs down her cheeks.
Nothing seems to change.
The famous Marilyn Monroe,
She is no longer the little girl she was.
Norma is gone.
I never knew my father.
Not even his name.
I’ve never known a father’s love.
I didn’t have one memory of him.
My mother always kept a picture in her room.
I always thought it was him.
I wish I knew.
I wonder how he smells.
I wonder if he speaks gentle.
If I ever met him would I run into his arms?
Would I call him daddy?
For years I stare at this picture.
The man who I believed was my father.
Another house just means another man.
Will this ever stop?
I would tell, but I’m scared.
Why would they care?
I’m just a foster child nobody wants.
My mother gave 25 dollars a week to my last home,
Just so she doesn’t have to deal with me.
Until they moved away,
Now I’m left alone again.
I don’t understand why these men do this to me.
They hurt me.
They take advantage of me.
I’m just a charity case.
I pray,
I just want someone to love me.
Everything has a beginning.
A sudden stillness,
Empty and alone.
Always searching for something.
Someone to hear you.
Life is always changing,
And leaving us crawling to catch up.
It’s your choice to stand.
Scared to risk,
Yet scared to be alone.
Time is a forceful wind,
Blowing you away.
You can throw your punches,
But it still knocks you down.
Your life is only a breath of time.
Everything has an end.
Memory fades.
Days turn to years,
And minutes tick to hours.
Moments that you wish you could never forget,
Become a distant blur.
I believe God made it that way,
so we can make new moments.
So we can enjoy life now,
and not dwell on yesterday.
When I was a little girl,
You would fix my hair for school.
You made sure I brushed my teeth,
Let me run my fingers through your hair until I fell asleep.
I would watch you put your make-up on,
and of course I’d try, too.
But no matter how hard I tried, I could never be as pretty as you.
Now here I am almost grown.
A young lady about to be on her own.
As I take these steps through life big or small,
You have been here through it all.
You have helped me learn and grow.
Mom, I just hope you are proud of the woman I’m becoming.
From sending me to my first day of school,
to watch me walk across the stage next year.
I’ve always tried my best,
And always kept love in my heart.
I’m so grateful God gave me a mother like you.
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