The Balloon Girl

They say a picture paints a thousand words.

I thought I knew my worth
Till the gavel dropped;
Now shredded and ripped apart
The lines are blurred.

The value increased somehow
And I can't tell if they look now,
Because of my fame or where I've been placed.

Intended to change so they would hate,
But in trying to alter how I was framed
I engrained in their minds my flaws and mistakes.

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