shatter the illusion
Summary: We will all laugh at gilded butterflies...
my name is Glimmer
i have hair o d
and eyes like e*m*e*r*a*l*d*s*
i'm promiscuous
a slut, a whore, a harlot
i wear slutty clothes
(if any at all)
i know i'm g.o.r.g.e.o.u.s.
and i use it, i love it
i don't value human life,
so don't value mine
excuse me, um, uh...bullshit?
bullshit.
you would love to believe that,
wouldn't you?
because it sounds better than the truth
it sounds better
it tastes better
so we'll it pretend it really happened.
(No more)
my name is Glimmer Angeles
i have hair the color of h a y
with eyes like g*r*a*s*s*
i'm a virgin (and in love)
i've only kissed one boy
my Academy clothes weren't slutty
my beauty is a c.u.r.s.e
(It means I'm stupid, a whore, worthless)
and i never wanted to kill anyone
(it! wasn't! my! choice!)
honestly, i don't care
about what you think of me,
the /l/i/e/s/ you feed yourself
so you can *sleep* at night
and i don't want anything from you
not your w^o^r^s^h^i^p
or _understanding_
(definitely not p/i/t/y)
all i ever wanted was *f*r*e*e*d*o*m*
to choose (who would i have been?)
to live (i wanted to so badly)
to love (he had asked me to marry him)
through the pain, i wonder
my /life/, my death, did it matter?
did i matter?
are you watching, m e?
do you see the h.o.r.r.o.r. i've become?
i'm sorry i didn't make it
i want you to know that i-
BOOM!
a/n: The boom at the end was Glimmer's cannon.