Pop star princess.
Beauty that people boo
And hiss at
But is still yours
You ARE beautiful
Screaming out in agony
In pain and in despair
They still follow you
Like vultures
Circling
Their prey
Millions of envious
Souls trying
To tell you
You're corrupt
And you don't deserve those babies
They've never walked a day
In your shoes
What the fuck could they ever possibly know?
You're on the cover of
Magazines
And I see you every time
I decide to flick a button on my remote
My heart bleeds for you
To suffer so profoundly...
Pop star princess.
Author notes
I'm frustrated with the media's coverage of Britney Spears. I think it's BS and they should just leave her alone. This isn't my best write but I think it expresses how I feel pretty well.
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