Literature
Hysterics
I hear about it, all of the time
my heart aches, my sorrow shows.
I stick like glue to those in need,
but can't hold fast when the lights blow.
I have tomatoes, not flowers, to throw on your spotlighted stage
so you really don't want my attention, this day.
I'm not stuffed with cotton, laced with sugar, and romantic novels
but I care about my friends.
You drew the line
Emotionless? Soulless? Empty? Sure lets go with that.
Call me disloyal, call me uncaring about you, and that's where it all ends.
You want to see disloyalty? You want to see me flip a switch?
Well it's time, you see, if you want me to be
I'll become super