I don’t know you,
At least I don’t want to.
These connections we share,
Can’t save us from the catalyst’s disrepair.

So we put on some makeup,
Observations for the burdens you keep tucked.
Sorrows and prayers for your bitterness,
Your remarks are left untouched in this.

Straight faced madam, courteous fiend.
Do your snide remarks try to make me bleed?
You’re an artwork in shambles, yet I highly believe,
Your lyrics scare away the critics you try to feed.

Flipping off the people you appeal to the most,
Why do you think your attitude is a prize to boast?
Stomping you’re shoes like an entitled princess,
To people who love you only at your best.

Our auras are...