Stupid

Current annoyance with a friend have spurred me to write as an escape from getting mad at someone who doesn't know they're doing something...well...stupid. :)

She wakes up to make up and a shadow that brings out her eyes,
A fresh new purse and Dior shades to cover up the lies,
That she lives with from the first breath to the last each day,
But is she doing it to live better, that's kind of hard to say.

Now she's got a love for sports and any who agree with her,
An infatuation with big mouths and pompous demeanors.
But the way she acts now, I find it hard to believe her,
Cause when you scrub off all the muck she seems to turn out cleaner.

But here she goes again, throws herself back in the pen.
Rolling in the mud of her self-made fen.
And when I try to tell her that there's something terribly wrong,
She laughs, chuckling, saying that I got it all wrong.

Then she spits black venom, "Who are you to judge me?"
And I say "No one," but I wonder if she'll see,
The woman in the mirror, looking back at her.
The cry of her conscious forces her eyes to stir.

Then guilt overtakes and causes her vision to veer,
She's got her Dior shades on, all of a sudden she can't hear,
The cries from within that are trying to save her,
And the lies she spun herself threaten to overtake her.

Then everything's back to normal and she thinks she has it made,
A guy back home and one here to keep her in the shade.
She thinks she's got the best of both worlds in one life,
But lust's a bad b***h and I think she's got a knife.

So she keeps on going cause she thinks this fairy tale never ends,
But she forgets to think about, most importantly, her friends,
Cause they tried and tried to guide, but she refused to confide,
That she's a lost soul who's first choice is to hide,
From the real world of life, tragedy and love,
Her pure unfettered wings as soft and caring as a dove,
Yet she's covered her feathers in weighted hearts, in search of cupid,
And she was too damn scared of smart, so she stuck with stupid.

Reviews

[Lorraine Pearson]

Sometimes "real" is too painful to really look at. I like the idea of not being able to "hear" behind her dior shades....like they create a wall that is not just there to block the sun. Very cathartic write. I enjoyed the read.
~Lorraiyne