Liar (N's Poem) Poem by Luna Moon

Truly pitiful is
she who laughs and screams and sings the evil.
Like Shakespeare she is,
An addict for dramatics.
Speaking and dreaming and singin the evil,
Then washing the pain away from her won hidden misery
With bloody soap and rubbing alcohol.
Like a chameleon she is,
Blending into whatever fits her situation.
No one noting how strange it is she's always wearing a mask.
And it fits her.
She longs to paint and whisper and sing the evil,
Watch as she throws up her hair dye;
God's punishment for liars.