Poems from fangirlnirvana
We’re rich, and posh, really fancy
We can afford to blow all our money
On things that were never necessary.
And then other things...
What’s in my head?
Why can’t I be dead?
Who said I shouldn’t dread
A future that led
To bright things, they said
Why do I bother...
Hey, Mr. Senator,
Can you not see
This isn't how learning is supposed to be
Just take it from me,
Under each eye, there's a lavender-shaded...