Miss Anthropy...

I guess this is not only the story... Its a projection and self therapy...

She didn't mean to be that sour,
She didn't try to be so sad
she used to give out all she could give
she was so caring and so kind

Her backyard was so full of green grass
and she threw seeds trying to reach help
she was a friend when it was needed,
she always try to give some help...

But vanity sometimes prevails...

And all the vanity came under,
she took a blindfold off her eyes,
she saw the uses and misuses,
and the abuses and fake friends...
She used to be so beautiful!
She used to love like me...
What have become of our spirits...?
What has become...?
Miss Anthropy...

Why has your garden slowly eroded...
What with the flowers of your smiles?
What with the birds nesting your friendship?
Why all the flowers should have torn?

What with the "hies" and the "how are you's",
What with the "love you's" and butterflies?
Why the glossary of your expressions
has suddenly dried out in a "bye"

But vanity sometimes prevails...

Why vanity came under?
There's still a blindfold you should tear
Hate is not good as a commander,
There is a need to still believe...
Babe, you used to be so beautiful!
You had my love, and you loved me...
What is growing rot in our spirit...?
What can I do?
Miss Anthropy...