"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" over again
Stale bread, moldy words
Repentance doesn't matter
Empty words fall to the floor.
Clattering, glass shards shattering
Broken mask cracked again.

Run, quick. Go tell a friend
The news is out, the press has come
Headlines mimic those of the day before
Every day the same story,
Surprising the goldfish followers
Each and every time.

Perfect little girl, don't cry
Those aren't your tears to spread
Your life is perfect, nothing's wrong
Ungrateful, spoiled little brat.
Venom words punctuated with a slam
Left alone to brew in your faults

Perfect little girl
Where have you gone?

She is the ornate vase
Lying in pieces on the floor
Left over from the night before
A causality of a world too busy partying,
Swept away once it has sobered
In mourning.