Today I realised something.
There's a girl.
She has long brown hair,
And a soft looking face.
Like she could do no wrong.
But she's rude.
Opinionated.
Fake.
She doesn't care about your feelings when she tried to help.
She doesn't stop to think maybe,
for once in her life,
She isn't the angel. She isn't right. She isn't perfect.
She gets the sympathy vote,
Because her family have no money.
But she's a liar.
She's fake.
She's not worth your time.
But she draws you in,
Like a drug.
Her appearance,
Her personality,
Draws you closer, and closer,
Closer,
Until she's breathing down your neck.
But then, she strikes.
Cuts you off as quickly as she drew you in,
She replaces you with another.
She lives a lie,
That only her past can see.
