she wants, but she hides

she leaves pieces of herself

like a pesticide

she wants, but she is alone

she looks on for a soulmate

but she is her own touchstone

she wants, but she lacks originality

she builds her own illusion

her mind a byproduct of society

she wants, but she never pursues

she forgets she can speak

obsessed with becoming a muse

she wants, but her lies do wonders 

she knows its a guilty pleasure

but she feeds on the words of others

she wants, but she is undeserving

she is a witness to her life

and she does not find that unnerving

she wants, but she is uninspired

she craves the excitement 

but she is too tired