Sarah

(Written exactly one year ago to date)

I wonder whom she’ll cheese off next?
Not with her mouth, but with written text?
A stranger would think she’s sweet and shy,
Well she’s the spawn of the devil, which she denies.
I wonder when she’ll annoy just her?
Stupid question, that’ll never occur.
I wonder what pond animal her face presents?
Or when she’ll undertake physical offense?
Does she need to sort herself out or is it just me?
She lowers herself even below the point of pity,
I wonder when she’ll trust her friends,
Her level of annoyance is what depends.
I wonder when she’ll stop hating guys?
I wonder when she’ll stop telling lies?
I don’t think she’ll stop imitating people,
Her excuses of self found trends are feeble.
Will she ever stop erupting pain?
Or repeating her same mistakes yet again?
She has to have the last say,
And of course get her own way.
She’s extremely spoilt but will she see?
I doubt it; she seems to think she’s in but misery.
Who will convince her to change her ways?
This is ridiculous; it’s not a phase.
Alas, her mind is screwed up,
And will always be… Sarah, just shut up.