prissy little thing
in all your frills and curls
nose up turned high
passing by the world
you never see
the things in life you're missing
if you don't look past your nose
release the dark sunglasses and away you'll be blown
stop paying attention
to the sparkling emerald
stop snickering at other mistakes
it'll never make up when your manicure breaks
never worries
how you make other feel
disregard are lives
but under your bed, you keep all the knives