Trash Tiara

She had a dream since childhood,

Wished her dance would take the world by storm one day!

But Fate soon made her dance to its tunes,

Of what use is Trash Tiara to the sparkling clean society today?

Her shattered dreams turned into helpless screams,

Her innocent days turned into ghastly nights!

Monsters explored her from top to bottom,

Of what use were her protests and fights?

Of what use was her brothel led existence to the saint-like society?

Of what use was her dream to the extreme harshness of reality?

She was still an angel whose wings were being clipped every day,

Of what use was her tears to hard-hearted humans and cruel destiny?

Her soul wished to be set free 

By a man who would not leave impressions of lusty bites

But one who could empower her with expressions of true love

She knew the vast difference between fact and fiction

She knew she had become a fruit that was forbidden

Alas! Of what use is Trash Tiara to the sparkling clean society today?