she doesn’t think
she just talks,
with nothing important to say,
on an important subject, she knows
nothing about,
she sits there and laughs at jokes
that aren’t funny
and she cries at things that aren’t
even sad,
she makes her own remarks that
aren’t even mean,
and she wears an invisible crown,
pretending to be a queen,
she’s a plague on my mind,
with secrets on her body and so
many to hide,
she smiles all the pain away
like there’s even anything wrong,
an attention seeker,
and when she cries
i’m expected to be there,
even though she knows,
i don’t even care,
manipulative, selfish,
and a little bit thick,
we all know,
she’s nothing important.

i know what you thought of me