Yellow Lindsay Lohan

These are confessions of a Teenage drama queen:

We stopped talking because
I
decided my words were too precious
to waste on you
but I shed
a thousand tears
ripped through the
c section of my eyelids
gave birth to
comfort for your lie--

lasted one plus
the year
I met you--
you were an award winning actress.

Bio:
As a child its easier to play pretend
that you had a struggle
with identity
and you hated your father who just loved to
love
so you tried to be everything you weren't
because "spanish" chicks get more dubs
more phone numbers,
attention;
you never had the talent to compete with the competition

but I must admit I fell for the apparent trap
and got captivated with your tragedy.

Remember our jokes?
You'd laugh that weird laugh
something just short of a chuckle
no
it was more evil
a cackle--
hid curdling malice brewed in the pit of
insecurities
but

its not about you anymore
because the clock
reads about an hour forty five
since my ticket to your heart was refunded
the lights are on and I can see you
are nothing more than
a yellow lindsay lohan

that can't be sent to rehab for a personality disorder

cuz there's no cure for self hatred,
fire extinguishers for burnt bridges,
there's no bitch be gone
and duane reade ran out of hoe remover so

Here

as a token of appreciation
I picked up some band-aids for
your lies
you can't speak spanish and
you will ALWAYS have chinky eyes

siempre eres una chyna chica--

Get a clue mean girl.
Your limelight is fading.
Time to clap it up
the credits are un-rolling
your fabricated life size storyline

was
the worst movie I've ever seen

xoxo- your biggest fan