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By angieubaldo Date: 2002 Apr 08 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.08.11.22.2491]] |
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I am the drama queen the queen of a kingdom that fell the day I sacrificed myself for what I thought was love my king has died I killed him but he was going out of style anyways... not its just me, the drama queen, me and my drunkenness, and the tears that don't stop coming, and my sex in the city DVDs, my slutty J-Lo outfit , and my glitter eyes shadow that always comes off, after to many coronas and tequila shots, when I realize how much it hurts to be me, and all I can do is cry. they said this mascara was waterproof! Damm liars at maybelline. me and this mirror, that is my worst enemy at times and others my best friend, they say vanity is the worst sin of all, and I am headed straight to hell. I am beyond fake, but my breast are real, though my eyes are contacts, and when I smile at you and say, take me home, I am really saying, love me, somebody love me, because he never did, all I was, was killing time and now I am left behind. this smile I was is a defense, a cover up to what's on the inside, like a piece of rotten fruit, it looks fine on the outside, but when you bite into it, Yuck. my heart I try to wrap in barb wire but some jerk always seems to be able to cut through. promising me the world for just one night of pleasure was it good for you? it wasn't good for me, but I still screamed like I loved it, to make you look big in front of your friends, it made me look like a whore. I called you my Puerto Rican Papi and told you you were the best I ever had... even though now I can't remember why I did it why I drank so many Heinekens I hate beer. and size does matter. now its just me the drama queen sitting here typing away hoping to release this insanity that beats through my veins to kill this headache from to many hydroxycut pills I just want to look like the girl on the cover of his maxims magazines. to be loved and admired by the whole world for a hot minute then recycled. |