How can she tell me to do something when she never follows the rules?
Rebels like her wound up in prisons and get attacked for money when all she had to do was let go
Not all people are like her
She’s one in a million

She can’t tell me what to do or what to say
When to say or do it
I’m not her doll
People might think so, but I am not

She thinks she controls everyone and has everyone on her side
Under her spell… under her curse
When really everyone hates her and wants her to suffer in pain and agony
She’s a demon in a human costume

I chased her for years trying to help anyone that was in her path
To help them, to help them
Escape from what would soon be hell
And to save them from a back stabber like her