Venom

“I started to cry, which started the whole world laughing.”
-The Wallflowers

Balenciaga bags, Hermes scarves.
The uniform of the venomous creatures.
Highly arched brows, waxed to perfection.
Straightened brunette or golden hair, done by Paolo at Blow.
Small, thin lips, coated with frosty, pink gloss by MAC.
These are the physical characteristics of the harpies.
The elite prep school that you are on thin, thin ice with.
Daddy’s paying your credit card bills, so everything is going to be alright.
French manicure; if you are going to tear someone apart, your claws should look pretty, right?
Prada perfume.
Citizen jeans.
It is hard work, being a monster, isn’t it?

But this is just the outside.
And is it not correct that what truly matters is on the inside?
On the interior, you are dying.
Suffering.
You like cause distress others to make yourself feel better.
And do not even try to deny it.
I can see it in your eyes.
It is all in the eyes.
I see your pain, your loss.
That boy who rejected you.
Yet another test you failed.
Your parent’s ignorance.
The “friends” who will never really care about you.
Guilt.
Guilt for that one girl who you spread false rumors about.
Harassed.
Bullied, to put it simply.
You ran her thick, thick rope to a single thread.
Don’t you have any remorse?
No?
Yes you do.
Again with the denying?
Tsk tsk.

Do not even dare mess with me again.
You have not killed me yet, have you?
What does not kill me shall only make me stronger.
I am done with the pity from others
So I am ready to fight back.
No, I am not going to be another loyal servant of the Queen Bee.
I am going to revolt.
Come at me.
I am indestructible.



“It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me.
And I’m feeling good.”
-Multiple Artists