Wayward princess,
Bored and alone.
With eyes as cold
as polished stone.
With Medusa's gaze,
You view your phone.
As if the world is null.
Their hateful words you can't avoid,
Their ignorance leaves you annoyed.
So you try to fill the void.
With recklessness and rebellion.
Looking for a stallion,
To ride into the night.
Make good your escape,
From your castle heights.
And if it comes down to it,
I'd love to horse around.
If you want to play some silly games,
I'd gladly be your clown.
-13.7