The drama queen
with the eyes of the dragon's gleam.
She is the puppet master,
with strings from every appendage.
I always have scissors when I meet her.
The emotional generator
She spouts emotions like a McDonald's
She lives in her fantasy world of emotional gluttony
I always bring a garbage bag when I see her.
The philosophical pit
She swallows the ideas of those around her
While playing a hundred heart strings
Rationalizing her actions with egotistical intelligence.
I always think Nietzsche when I am with her.
The ruler of dichotomy
Living a multitude of lives
Not sure which is her own
Maybe they all are.
I wore raincoat after I met her.
The child of our times
Swept under the schizophrenic rug
Left for the epileptic society
She wonders at the confidence in others.
My soul cries out at what we have done to her.