Satin, sequined, princess.
Can I have your attention?
I would like to hear your case.
Don't plea.
Just speak.
And speak wisely,
because the judges are watching.
You are the type that twirls through life,
on rainbow-perfection and polished smiles.
With a tattered sheet that covers up your hopes and dreams,
so that you can be like the rest of the world,
and die alone.
Smile.
Go ahead.
Smile your simply too-sweet smile.
And watch me make it melt,
into a warped frown.
Disperfect, princess.
This world is harsh, but you wouldn't know.
Would you?
Your too busy,
being fake.