She is nothing to be treasured
Predictable, a nobody
Just another person you see
Watching her
Sauntering the same dreary halls
The same halls you stroll
You know it, too

A demon controls her, perhaps
Silently debilitating you
From the inside out
Everyone perceives her doing it
Yet they say nothing
Indolent from the rumpled world they are living in

She is a beautiful goddess
You know it, too
She is your idol
You worship her preeminence
Allured to her malevolent heavenliness
Superstar of every fad

But still
You know she is the one
Who threw words like boulders
And wore torn clothes

She doesn’t matter in life
You know it, too
She’s so repulsive
And not one soul cares about her
You look down on her like a candy wrapper
Nothing inside
Irrelevant to captivating any sweetness

She is so remarkable
So beguiling
You know it, too
Everybody knows it

She is so proficient
So intoxicating
It’s breathtaking

You want to get her back
So wickedly
But still she is the magnificent
The admirably famous one
Who threw words like boulders
And wore torn clothes