This is a random one-shot I wrote today in math. Again, not a favorite….
But hey,
What's a girl to do?
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Hugs&Cookies,
Kate
She is a performer
Her hair done up p.e.r.f.e.c.t.l.y
(curled in pretty ringlets)
Her eyes covered in gold !glitter!
(b l i n d i n g almost)
Her lips glossed with ~pink~
(what a {happy}, .shallow. color, for such a poignant girl)
Her clothes outrageous
+Screaming+ look at me
(with sequins and glitter)
She does it with a smirk
(being the bitch she is)
She is a performer
(oh so melodramatic)
L.a.u.g.h.s on cue
(so .shallow. as always)
E x e cu t e s her lines
(she lives for this drama)
Sticking to the script
(heaven forbid doing what she feels)
Crying when she's a-l-o-n-e
(why is she so lonely?)
When no one can l~i~st~e~n to her
(but they never l~i~st~e~n, they hardly ever .hear.)
She doesn't want to lose her r.o.l.e
(after all, she has done so much to get here)
She is a performer
She doesn't create scenes
(well, she won't admit she does)
Unless written in
(unless necessary, and when are things not?)
Not straying from the i-m-a-g-e
(the haters love her)
That she fought so hard to obtain
(..s, [break-ups], sacrifices)
She is a performer
Until, one day when she .b.r.e.a.k.s.
(my how the mighty have ^fallen^)
She forgets her lines and misses her cues
(certain words make or break you)
And she begins to stray from that i-m-a-g-e
(what does she have left {anymore?})
And performs the greatest act yet
(d-a-ms-e-l in d.ist.res.s)
"Let me save you."
But there is only one problem
(You can't save a d-a-ms-e-l who loves her d.ist.res.s)
Like it?
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