Do all those designer clothes
and stares from the prettiest boys
really make you happy?
Are you apt to saving your virginity
and being a slut
all at once?
You're such a glamour whore
with all your disadvantaged talents.
Do your tears make your
meticulously-applied mascara
run?
Have you felt the sting
of heartbreak?
Or is your sheltered soul
too important?
I wonder if you're really that malevolent
or if it's just learned.