Petulant and studiously self-absorbed,
the veneer of her youthful sophistication
is dreadfully skin-thin. She poses and
preens, expresses anguish that she is so
little understood, sneers at her
presumed detractors; adults who fail
to take her histrionics seriously enough,
finding no humour in their wryly fond
observations about the Drama Queen.
Her response is revenge; swiftly unsubtle
and arrogantly brutal. A child's mind
in an adult image, struggling to find
herself in a world hostile to her unearned
expectations. She turns a cold eye, a
haughty demeanor on all who dare to
impugn her exceptionality; therein
lies the kernel of her survival, she feels.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
About The Drama Queen
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Poetry
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