I'm a wanna-be,

has been, beauty queen

who didn't quite

make it to the run way,

in big black boots

and fishnet tights.

and they stare,

they love to stare,

because they know

they can never get too close.

i have a tendency

to run away from the people

who care most about me.

i don't want to make you

cry.

but i can't help but look away when

you tell me that you love me.

i

am

heartless.