powerless little girl,
you will choke on your truths
mark my words as you drown in yours
a complete collapse of the ego,
does this sound familiar? it sounds painful
yet all you can do is watch the monuments you’ve built
crumble to the ground
by hands that were never yours
and winter winds will tickle the brittle leaves beneath you
laughing at the destruction you’ve put yourself in

how does it feel to be nothing more than an accessory to the beautiful ruins you wish you’d created?
cat got your tongue?
did it slice your throat in half while it was at it?
you say nothing is worth it
do you really know what worth is to begin with?
little girl did a little twirl and now she thinks she has nothing but tricks up her sleeve.
the only deception you are skilled in is the kind you keep to yourself

i bet your body is screaming and begging for something to consume.
i bet you are starving.
but i bet all you will do is give everything away until you finally die from the hunger.
how pathetic!
how hysterically desolate,
how ingeniously far-fetched,
what a blasé take on deprivation,
is this what you call art?
you are quite the charmer.

what a feeling it is when you are finally as small as you feel.

miserable little girl, you will beg for a voice your entire life and it will lock itself in your eyes.