The Mistress Has Left the Building
Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 12 years.
No longer deemed to be master of my domain
Queen who has abdicated her throne
Not by her own design in the slightest
She was pushed and browbeaten into submission
By critics who second guessed her every move
Doubted her every choice to the point
Where she questioned everything and everyone
Life turned into a modern day Bette Davis movie
Except this was real life and Bette's nightmare ended
When the credits started to roll by in a flash
A shell of their formerly glamorous self
Once considered top of the heap in society
The crème de la crème of the gossip rags
Now, basically the gum scraped off the shoe
Of some sleazy tabloid reporter after they
Took another topless photo of the next big thing
Sunning themselves at a nude beach
Treated like second hand purchased Vinyl
Only meant to be ogled like a piece of meat
Let's rephrase that: a bottom feeder cut of fish
One of low quality meant to be used and abused
For the feeding pleasure of some philistines
Pretending to have a clue about culinary cuisine
When did I become the low priority in my life?
I know that I demonstrate a certain level of independence
Part of it was just a cleverly designed costume
To make people think I'm above the things I'm really not
Everyone wants to be loved and treated with respect
Not entirely blameless in the matter
I allowed this to happen by becoming a devotee
That waited for the slightest sign of recognition
Likely will never come; but it won't stop the wild imagination
From pretending that the master knew I was alive
Sick and tired of burying my feelings for fear of starting trouble
Causing an imaginary or a real fight
Time to focus on making myself whole
And not gaining the approval of others who'll never give it
I've washed my hands with them, I'm done.