the words of a circu$freak

point your toes and maintain a perfect posture.
take two steps to the left, take two steps to the right.
you’re back to where you started.
so baby, shake your hair out of that neat pony tail,
but keep the tutu, you’re still a little girl.
replace the pearls with cheap, broken diamonds.
throw out the sunday dresses, you won’t need them anymore.
but this is just the beginning;
the fucking prologue.
now we’re on to act one, scene one.
here we go; let’s ruin you just a little more.
smear on your trash flavored lip gloss,
paint your nails the color of sins.
put on a pair of stiletto heels and hitch up your skirt,
let’s see how the boys like you now.
jump up and down as you scream profanities,
make an ugly scene.
because pretty is out, honey, pretty is out.
act one, scene two;
this is the part where you open your eyes,
the part you might never get to.
you wake up to the sound of the alarm clock,
the emergency bells ringing in your head.
but you’re dead, you don’t exist.
all that exists is the whore that replaced you,
the day you decided to grow up.
it’s too late, it’s all too late,
it’s already the end.