𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑨 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓 - 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝑴𝒆

Is This How Elizabeth Taylor Feels?

Maybe I was just born rotten, that's why
I know I survived
But, maybe I didn't want too
Nothing feels real

Is this how Elizabeth Taylor feels?

"I'm a glamour goddess!" I screamed while the glitter ran through my veins and out my soul
I felt so dumb and dreamy
My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel

Is this how Elizabeth Taylor feels?

I've never known rest in all my Hundred technicolor dreams
I'll become the death of Ophelia
As I down the pills in the heart-shaped angel box
You all better kneel!

Is this how Elizabeth Taylor feels?

Oh darling but, I'm Crawford
While the world is my Bettie Davis
Heavenly innocence is the Baby Jane I'm never getting back

This isn't how Elizabeth Taylor feels?