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, 2012sophiaasilah Document Media