She was slowly fading away Deeper and deeper she fell It was like she was a living mannequin With no clothes on to attract Friends drifted away Maybe she was too weird, she thought With a closet filled with boring sweatpants and hoodies And no glittery shoes or stilettos. Reminiscing on the good old days Where she was all that mattered She was made of brains The star in everybody’s eyes Everybody made her feel special Until brains didn’t matter…