Fancy Mean

Look at her so fancy mean,
She thinks she’s always right,
Playing for her hardened team,
Dark heart against the light.
I hope she doesn’t win this time.
It’s hard to make them see,
How to disprove the lies,
Why couldn’t she let it be.
Force the weakened cries,
Rip the love of those so small,
Selfish race to win for hate,
Little perfectly dressed doll,
For me, I don’t know just wait,
Be the good to all they say,
Wait. Wait. For that day.