Blind Cruella

Blind Cruella

I wonder ‎what makes you not care

I wonder what turned your heart into stone

Your icy conscience ignored one’s cry for help and has no remorse

Perhaps you were fed selfishness and bathed in loathe

‎Or maybe you were just born without soul

‎You are popular amongst the vicious and flourish ‎in the garden of thorns 

If you were a tree, your oxygen would be poisonous 

Your apathy unveils the depth of your meanness 

Yet, in your mirror you see a Queen

The centre of the attention

A VIP on a pedestal

I wonder of your disdain so cruelly cold

I wonder of the day when Karma will knock on your door.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love the allegory...we just wonder sometimes what makes some people so egotistical but at the same time bitter and mean...not caring about anyone else but themselves.