Look at meYou can take it all because this face is free
Maybe next time use your eyes and look at me
I'm a drama queen if that's your thing baby
I can even do reality...
Her eyes opened, and sunlight was bursting into her window. Languorous, and still trapped in a dream-like state, she yawns and stumbles out of bed. Off comes her night apparel and she enters the shower. Cold water flows from her head down to her toes, and she stifles the urge to shiver. She dons a dress of yellow with flowers embroidered at the hem, as she enters her room she is greeted by her impish canine companions lavishing her with their excited panting and jumping, and she smiles at them. Her carriage awaits, down she went off to another adventure.
It was just like any other day, another day filled with ennui making her drown in the sheer lethargy. She ignores the incessant chatter of the people around her - there's nothing new after all. She dismisses gossip mongers with a wave of her regal hand - she's got better things to do than entertain trash-talkers. What else can sovereign snob do, other than sit around and roll her eyes at the idiocy of the idle peasants?
Sometimes I don't recognize my own face
I look inside my eyes and find disgrace
My little white lies tell a story
I see it all, it has no glory
Boredom can have the oddest effect on people. It makes them act out in well, rather extreme ways. In my case, boredom causes me to dig into my inner "DIVA". So here I am people, bored, and suffering from a delusion that I'm some blue-blooded monarch. It's not so much of a stretch since I am a snob anyway, and I'm told that I sit so straight that it seems as if I have a steel bar lodged up my spine. Poise, is my trademark I suppose. I think it's genetic, since recently I just met my Aunt who happens to conduct herself in the same regal manner, poised and detached. A light bulb flicked on in my head, "I'm not soo weird after all."
Come and look at me
This face is free
I'm your fantasy
Who do you wannabe?
Not what you see
I'm a drama queen if that's your thing
Come on and look at me
I'm your fantasy
This face is free
Come on and look at me
So who do you wannabe?
This is free...
So, this is me people. The regal diva that is Trishiee...
Long live the Queen.
0 comments:
Post a Comment