The one who had decades and the means to come for her and never did, 

Whom she dissed in public for his selfish, childish purchases. 

The one who pursues possession and wealth for its own sake, 

Another who dresses like a total clown, trapped at the age of 12, 

Plenty of money, no taste to speak of. 

Publicly self-aggrandizing, egotistical, narcissistic, 

Just like all the other ones.

The one who feigns charity but ensures it’s made public to reap the glory,

With the same sign of sun, some manner of solipsism, 

Seeking oneself in lieu of a real partner, 

The one she likely cheated with, meaning he has no respect for vows and proved it, 

No more care for honesty than she has.

Face like a deranged idiot, the psychosis manifested in the flesh. 

Who she turns to, thinks a close friend .. for no real reason, 

Just some demented past fantasy, always clinging to a past that did nothing for her. 

This is who she runs to, hideous decisions multiplying daily, 

Assured he will make her change everything about herself—her face, her breasts, 

Because he won’t see her as really worth him. 

But that is why she wants him, to pay for her to be someone else, 

Anyone but herself. 

The man who gave the passing of her sire a cavalier thumbs up. 

What she calls a close friend. 

Utter insanity, total self-destruction, fake friendship built upon sordid secrets, 

Still no love, only convenience, 

Doormat once again.