Lady sits alone. She has her thoughts up in a tangle

She tries to see a beastly world from a brighter angle

But those bastards don’t make room…

And the bitches won’t make way…

Such devilish surroundings do nothing to persuade

Lady had hope

Lady had potential

But Lady lost heart of which she knew was an essential

“Fuck em all!” she screamed

“I’m leaving you behind… And none of you exist, if inexistent in my mind!!!”

And so she packed her things

Then left them by the door

She told herself that there would be no baggage anymore

A messy mind is hers, and hers not to resent

Lady sits alone and rests

Lady is contempt