who she is (a poem)

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Sometimes I think that she needs herself


Herself, and no one else


We’re merely here


To reappear and compliment her grace


That. And her face


 


A mirror serves as her best friend


Seeing as the rest of us just pretend


She knows what she doesn’t


And she doesn’t know that


That. And the fact.


 


The fact she’s boringly beautiful


Not even stunningly plain


Her personality wanes 


After the basis of first names


That introduction makes the boys insane.


 


Everybody loves to hate her


That’s her claim to fame


Attention is her drug of choice


Heroin to Kurt Cobain


She’ll get her fix any way.


 


That fake laugh, no smiles from her blank eyes


She knows nobody knows what lies inside


Putting on that showy façade to mask it


And that’s her disguise


That’s sad. That so little lies, behind her eyes.

Created: Apr 21, 2012

Tags: poem, sadness, love, sorrow

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