Tha Ballad of the Drama Queen

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

This poem is based on a real person who was exactly like the protagonist of the piece!

~The Ballad of the Drama Queen

Not so long ago your heart was irreparably broken
You didn’t want to hear his name spoken
Your misery was so all-consuming -
And you were full of dooming and glooming -
That the threat of self-harm was bandied about
Just for attention, of that I have no doubt.
Yet here we are just a few weeks down the line
It seems to me that you’re doing perfectly fine
Professing yet more undying adoration
To the object of your latest infatuation
I’ll give it a couple of months at best
Until he works out that you’re an unbearable pest
And like those before him (me included)
He’ll realise that you are emotionally deluded
He won’t want you clinging on like a limpet
He’ll be wanting, quickly as possible, to forget
That he had the misfortune to learn your name
And became embroiled in your sick game
Because a stupid game is all it is to you
It’s the way you work; it’s what you do
To create drama in your sad and empty life
You engineer all the stress and strife
Then garner all the sympathy you can get
Whilst painting him as the worst one yet
Until the next unsuspecting guy comes into view
To be zeroed-in on by predatory you.
Then the whole charade starts over once more
But your game is tiresome and you’re a bore.
There’s a chance that one day the tide will turn
And that you will finally come to learn
That love and relationships are a two-way street
And that you will somehow, some day meet
Someone who will refuse to play by your twisted rules
Just to end up on your List of Fools.
To see beyond your artifice and manipulations
And develop for you true and strong emotions
It may come to pass, who can tell
Meanwhile you’ll put through hell
Your latest beau who has yet to experience
The depth and extent of your malevolence
When you take umbrage at an imagined slight
And manufacture yet another fight
Just so that you can step back and say smugly
“Look how that nasty bastard treated me”
If I was the kind of person to interfere
I’d tell him all about you, ‘dear’
But, what the heck, he’s made his bed
He’s believed everything you said
It’s not down to me to save him from his fate
Besides it’s probably already too late
You’ve dug your claws in, good and fast
Which guarantees that this relationship will not last!

Submitted: June 21, 2015

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Bert Broomberg

Good poem again. Would work in the standard ballad form too.

Sun, June 21st, 2015 8:00am

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