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.