you had to be the queen,
untouchable,
cold.
you had to be the
L
E
A
D
E
R
remember?
never showing any
e-m-o-t-i-o-n,
trying not to feel.
just doing your
JOB,
right?
but holding your head up high is hard.
it's h-e-a-v-y,
and your mask keeps s-l-i-p-p-i-n-g.
he told you when it fell,
didn't he?
but too bad for you,
he's gonegonegone,
left you for that
stupid-beautiful-better-than-you
aphrodite girl.
well he was never y-o-u-r-s,
but whatever.
he still was your best friend,
your right arm,
your other half.
( or so you thought )
but poor little r-e-y-n-a,
he
never
cared.
TOO BAD!
now he's gone, again,
and your mask is
slippingfallingexplodingcracking,
but there's no one to tell you.
at one point you thought the
handsomestunningstrongheroic
green-eyed boy could help,
but
no-noway-nothappening-lol-haven't youlearnedyet?
he had the
perfectbrillantspectacularbeautifulstunning
girl back home.
you think that boy is too darn
L
O
Y
A
L
for his own good.
now your mask is breaking,
c-r-a-c-k-i-n-g at the seams,
but no one notices at all.
so when reyna dissolves into pure
miserydespairtearingyourhairoutmaddness
no one sees,
so
Y
O
U
B
R
E
A
K
alone.