I’m a girl-shaped cloud of flies

Frenzied by the sudden quiet

A heart of gold and imperfections

Hidden on the inside

I am a bitter soul

Wrapped up in a sweet cloth

I am a seductive child who knows not what she does

I am a perfectionist

Tempestuous contemptuous

I appear angelic

Even while falling in flames

Neurotic shy depressive

Idiot savant

Careening through a dream world

Inevitably destined to fall