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Save Her from Herself
A Poem
you know the type, don’t you?
she’s got a problem every day,
and the eye of the storm is always
her
you’ve seen the posts, haven’t you?
all those social media comments
adding up to a vision that does not paint
her
in the best light
you think she smiles for the camera?
what a lark — don’t you get it?
she’s all sequin teeth and pink lipstick,
her
brand of what it means to succeed
oh, you want to believe in the pictures?
take a gander, I dare you, just to see
that she’s losing the grip on
her
tightly wound reality made for the masses
you want to feel sorry for glamour girl?
go ahead, I won’t tell anyone —
but don’t expect the same regard since
her
game has always revolved around herself
fine, though, you know the risks
of loving someone you don’t really know
and acting as a staunch ally,
her
stalwart knight in the shadows
I bet she will be so pleased
to have someone who just wants to
save her from herself
