Aren’t I sane.

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Sipped my tea,
And ate a cookie.
Painted my nails
And plaited my hair.

Oh, look at that beauty,
Look at myself.
Aren’t I a pretty ,
A pretty little thing.

Greeted the masters,
Smiled at the mistress.
Sugar coating my words,
With a little bit of poison.

Oh, look at that innocence.
Look at myself.
Aren’t I the girl,
The girl who has it all.

I walked into the pantry,
And picked up a knife.
To cook up a,
Rotten heart with a pinch of salt.

Oh, look at that cut,
Look at myself.
Aren’t I a murderer,
Murderer of phoney

The party is over,
The balloons have been busted.
Drinks have been had,
And blood has been spilt.

Oh, look at that stain,
Look at myself.
Aren’t I the good one,
The good one who knows to slay.

Pealed my mask,
And revealed myself.
To the dead and dying,
Here is a drop of tear.

Oh, look at that stranger,
Look at myself.
Aren’t I the hidden soul,
The hidden soul with a white shadow.

I let out a laugh,
For my soul has calmed.
They tore my life,
And I ripped them back.

Oh, look at that vacuum,
Look at myself.
Aren’t I the girl who lost,
Lost her self to vengeance.

I drag the once been,
Into my room.
Wrap them up in my
Designer gowns.

Oh, look at that princess,
Look at myself
Aren’t I the best friend,
The best friend one could have.

I disguise myself,
For another treat.
Coating myself,
In an impure purity.

Oh, look at that new girl,
Look at myself.
Aren’t I sane,
Sane like never before…

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