Unprepared girl without armour
hugs roses and a note like a shield
sits cradled in the corner of a lonely sofa
on an empty stage.
Tears wet the victory of an unknown battle
waged over three nights of applause.
High expectations dashed.
Low expectations fulfilled.
Sad girl! Didn't you know you were always a winner?
Hot lipstick hate messages slashed on dressing room mirrors
can't change that.
Words of greeting from an absent father drying her tears
from a backstage far away.
Four brief word, "Knock 'em dead, baby".