Sneaking around

Smacking

Snapping

Prissing

You make you uncomfortable

So step away

Way way away

Your calling can’t be worn

Like a mourning dress

Eyes say

I hate you

Mouth says

Nothings wrong

Shoulders say

Look I’m brave

But oh the words

Of your behavior

They paint you as

A spoiled brat

With a team

Of back-up singing

Spoiled brats

Stop it now

Or all your adorers

Will quickly get sick

And lose their taste for you

And not out of hatefulness

But painful sadness

What a pathetic character

You have chosen to be

You forget

You have options

You are not stuck

Awe is a choice

Dream a little