In her room, looking at her magazine she hurled,
In front of people with such fame
She knows her worth in this world
Without her, nothing would be the same
But she can't help feeling a bit brittle
When she thinks that no one realises she is hurt,
She is still very young and very little
And has all of her life in front of her.
She thinks that she knows everything in the universe
That needs to be known to help another
But she should try and help herself first
Figuring out her own place.
She shouldn't care about money or fame
Because they will not matter
For she, will live in grace
Forever reminded of her sad thoughts
She set aflame.