The girl upstairs is shouting again.
Her derogatory darts strike subliminally
Piercing insults through my insulation
Wicked words writhing in my mind
Her remarks are knife sharp;
Splintering reality into a thousand tiny glass fragments.
Such an abrasive and artificial integrity
I can't escape her indignation
A product of today’s times;
Inferior sizes and inadequate shapes
She'll crush your compliments
And poison your perceptions.
She'll distort your decisions
And warp your worth.
Fractured facade don't crumble
Playhouse mirror don't lie
To the girl upstairs,
You win this time.
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