Primadonna,
yes, you were a primadonna,
wanting everything,
but you got devastation,
the devastation of your own creation,
yes, you wanted it all,
but you could not get it all,
and how you cried,
and cried,
and threw temper tantrums and felt such misery inside,
yes, you had a great upbringing of a kind,
that was always messing with your mind,
and you to people because of it were so unkind,
because you had a heart so greedy and needy,
and were so pampered when you were young,
yes, you were a true mummy and daddys girl given everything that you ever wanted until they became bankrupt and died,
and you could never readjust and expected it all,
and the men you pounced upon,
they were wise to it all,
and for your tricks they never did fall,
and you never gave up trying to find someone to treat you like a true princess,
and continually pursued your deluded ways,
and you never changed,
and now sadly all I remember of you,
is a story of you being found dead in a hotel room from a drugs overdose,
and how sad it is that the choices that you chose,
left you numb and emotionally dead,
and bankrupt inside,
and now you are but a memory,
a memory of a malajusted woman,
brought up a spoilt brat,
like so many others that from an early age,
only had money money money,
and only money on their minds.