you know when somebody is so beautiful

there’s just something about them

that you don’t like

sure they’re talented and smart and skinny and popular and so fucking beautiful they just have to be a horrible person

sure her friends are hell sent but i’d put money on her being the devil herself

i dont know what i dont like about her

but there’s just something despicable about her

women hunts witches too

because you praise women of their beauty and their gifts yet shove them off the same pedestal you lift them up on to

god, the laughs— the jokes

“oh she can do physics? of course she can, what else can she do? sky dive from mount Everest? do a cartwheel in an inch wide pole?”

you see how degrading that sounds?

all of that yet i’m still just a damsel in distress

a princess and everything you’re not

and your jealousy roars in all fours

“what else can she do?”

“give us more!”

because you cant lose and you cant say no

we know you love the applause

what else would you be without all the fantasy

how would you breathe without all of your dreams

why would you live in a world with no freshly picked flowers for you to sniff

come to find out you’re a rose, picked

you’re picked

be happy, be beautiful, be grateful, be dazzling

you’re heavenly

“did you fell from heaven by any chance darling?”

but when you fell from heaven, hell’s gate is there welcoming you

but who cares, i’m pretty

i dont have friends

but who cares, im pretty

i dont hve to be smart

youre taking up all the lanes

leave some to us my dear queen, that we’re worshipping

oh dont listen to them

youre too pretty to care

too beautiful waste your breath

too heavenly to be heard

arent you seen enough? do you need fifth of our senses?

be humble or we’ll make you jump through the fences

because you have no defenses

god i dont like her

maybe that’ll make her life harder

she’s throwing hints like daggers

but she’ve trade her life on a promise

oh, she’s stunning

she’s a breath of fresh air amongst smoke machines

you’re the new god we’re worshipping

just until the next full eclipse

then you can cry yourself to sleep

we know all your intentions are pure

she’s cure of disease we’ve lured her in

promise to be dazzling

lets not turn her into more of a witch she already is

lets all watch wisteria grow from her feet in a few years

she’s beautiful, worthy enough to be a piece

not to live