She rages speaking of travesties. How the world has wronged her. And yet she gives no love out to the world. Life is a mirror as is energy to oneself. When approached with thorny façade One can only grimace at its understanding. For one who approaches with purposeful misunderstanding and hateful rapport Will receive only one of two reactions. A rebellious no or a fake and polite apology. One that carries poison laced. One that remembers the disrespect and disregard. One that feels the thorns of a Icey wrench that claws at Pesents foreshadowing their entitlement and pompous retreat. Are you better than I? For one mistake In mournful ignorance calls for execution and degration? When the one in your crosshairs has only shown good faith. You smite without regard. You spit venom without hesitation. Because you have been vexed before all must vex you now. So the Goodwills and free spirited suffer in your wake. Oh mighty a day that you fall from your throne. Into the abyss of reality. To be truly awake and kind. You must accept humility and understanding as your core self. The red queen finds herself above these trifles. And sooner or later it will be off with her head.