The Many Trials Of Thea Westin

A fake rose cannot be in a real garden

For you can't be real with anyone;

For I take my compliment back

You aren't real and authentic,

Your hug meant nothing to me

Behold your gossip and manipulating ways

You are a bird in a cage

And you are in denial--

For your wings cannot fly nonetheless

How could you betray me

At the drop of a hat?

Oh you old bat; for you are a fake being

Desperate to reach the clouds, but you can't

And you write letters to Satan

And you breathe a gaping air

Because your soul is ridden

And you walk like you're a stick in the mud

Well let me tell you something about the narcissist

For a narcissist has no soul

And they are not open to real love

When it comes to human beings,

And your lies leap over the air

Like a vanished feeling

And you find malice in your victims

And God is not pleased with you;

Do you enjoy being an outcast

Who bullies other outcasts?

Do you enjoy snatching books out of a mother's mouth?

Do you enjoy being a mother yourself?

For this vast addiction that is power

Never really ends

And all of your friends and colleagues

Don't know the real you

But I do--

Sometimes I wish

I can take people like you

And make them disappear,

For humanity doesn't need people like you

Fake roses can go to hell

And I wonder if you feel this way sometimes

But have you ever thought about using me

As a punching bag?

I was nothing but sweet and kind to you,

I was nothing but sweet and kind to you all

But you decided to come against me

And slay me with your sword,

And beauty does not define you

For you are simple and ugly

Like a dirty frog on steroids

You really have no power;

You are ugly and your ugliest yet

What rose can define the bet?

For a rabbit's skin cannot make you prettier

For you are a dying breed--

Sincerely, your former volunteer.