Belief in premonitions,
Silent cries, Insistent Styles,
Retreat with short discretions,
Swaying down the hallway tiles,
Hair swishing,
Skirt tails lively,
Jackets bright with gem and jewel,
Light steps upon the other,-
Lesser, longing girls at school
Relief from three till morning,
Act is dropped, true self released,
At the bell again she’s smiling,
Falsely smiles to hide her grief-
Her sweet façade unfailing,
Catching hearts, accepting eyes,
No one knows each half past midnight,
Our prized puppet ever cries,
Sure one day she’ll come unraveled,
Show up broken, bruised and bent,
All her joyous tides refraining,
All her zealous words unspent-
And her crowd will wilt and wither,
Slow decaying day by day,
Till the day they all turn bitter,
For their doll refused to play.
