idiot
looks for talent among the stars
hair like Emma Peel
clothes like Diana Rigg
voice like Bernadette
wit like Noel Coward
what was the fool thinking?
what was the use?
nothing to be found there,
looking too far away
in remote locations...
getting cold, cold, colder
they wouldn't want you to be like them
they'd want you to be yourself
to find yourself true
match pitch with your heart
speak from the soul
inner beauty emitting
stupid idiot!
come home to the following
welcome yourself back
open the curtains,
the sun shining through
unveil the mirror, and say
hello gorgeous