Grotesque

Standing in my sequin dress

Your eyes caught by the waitress

You want everyone in the room

Greed and lust making you look grotesque

Gave me a week to peak

Fear of being rejected from the one my rational mind would not have accepted

You seemed so benign now all I want to do is resign

You try your best but you always sound condescending

Your tenets flick as a restless kid

If you would not have shown me my place I would have stayed on my knees

Always wondering what was wrong with me

You were too wicked but now you look so imbecile to me

Your demons rattled my angels

But once I uncloaked my Cruella all of you went unstable

Calling me crazy and naïve

Saying I should be kept on the blade of a knife

You worry too much for me

I can even survive the great war I guarantee