From lips filled with chemicals, spouting words, all untrue
Sitting unceremoniously on a throne made of lies
Caring little for anyone other than the irrelevance that is her soul
Forgetting her beginnings, forgetting her whole self
Surrounded by materialistic boredom in a narcissistic quagmire
Finding relief in her fashion for insecurity
Delivered by temper tantrums fit only for a child
Leaving a trail of devastation inside a mid in turmoil
Unsure and certainly unaware of the damage from within that she is left without
Perhaps one day to awaken with nothing, which would be more than she deserves