is the vanity of your imperiousness
so what if you're still at heart and soul
the little girl craving love and affection?
you've become the Queen
you attempt to dominate and control all who try
to love you
how sad and common after all
to be all you denied you were
as if you could pull the wool
over eyes that were not looking for you
ears that had no comprehension of your pathetic cries
oh sister of all last desperate choices
what the hell did you think would happen
while you excluded all that could save you?
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