Little Girl

I can see through you, Little Girl
And your deceiving lies

The ego line you embellish
To feed your overindulgent pride

Ah, All the guys turn to sheep
Enchanted with their lustful eyes
Only thinking of one thing, Sex

But you know that
And use it against them
As the biggest kiss ups win
When you tell them to jump
As they ask how high?

It’s pathetic, Sad really
As your shallowness shines
Upon a one cent ego trip
Made by the virtue of your unbridled eyes

You raped it
All true respect real people give
Now look at you
Not grown up, But growing down
In a world where you play make believe

Ah, Same fake faces. Same ego trips
There is no such thing as reality
In this fictional fantasy world you live in

Still, I know deep down
There is still real love deep inside you


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/27/10