Monologues

[The Śuicide Bonber.]

I've done it! It's over!

That tick-tock on the clock,

Counts down till your lives are over!

You thought you could fool me,

Well try again,

Because I've got you now and now you'll see,

You stole her and broke my heart,

Took her away, away from me,

Feel the pain, like being stabbed with a dart,

My lover- your wife shall be turned to dust,

Your thieving corpse will be an improvement,

From the hideous liar who betrayed my trust!

The explosion is in the making,

The bomb slowly ticks,

Now you'll know and you'll stop taking.

We'll die together with cunning faces,

Whilst she'll follow us- her life is wasted!

That's it we've finished our races.

One quick bang, no time to wish on a certain clover!

Bang! And our lives are over.

[Camera]

It's so hard! I can't take it no more!

Gliding around wearing dresses to the floor!

Those high-heeled shoes, my feet do sore,

This perfect life had become a bore,

My only friend, she's been tilted a whore!

My life is cruel and controlling,

With media and stalkers I'm always rolling,

It takes a person and turns then to demons,

Changes their reputation without reasons,

Our pretty faces ruined with the seasons,

They ruined her and they'd ruin me,

With their mocking speech so free,

They have no idea of what is the fee,

Us poor celebs are forced to plee!

We beg those cameras to go away!

Although we know their here to stay!

We're famous now and there isn't a way,

To change how our lives will be each day!

We chose the glamour and the fame

But socially we've all gone lame,

Our spirits lost and minds too tame,

Our perfect lives are all the same,

Our pitiful faces- quiet the shame!

So I ask you camera what should I say?

As I lie to the world day by day?

I'm not happy nor full of joy,

I'd be happier if only I really knew my baby boy,

If I could sit with him and to know the name of his favourite toy,

I blame you camera, your up for the blame,

I hate the day that you into my life you came

A life not lived is still lost,

But only now have I learnt the cost.

[The Daffodil]

Hello Lily, Violet and Rose!

How's Bluebell, Foxglove and Poppy?

What about Daisy and do not forget Miss Forget-Ne-Not!

I hate you all you know!

Your all pretty and picked,

Good for something where I'm good for nothing!!

I have petals and colour,

But they call me a weed,

Kill my roots with their blue sprinkles!

Yet, they all love you.

Sunflower your yellow like me!

But people grow your in pits as gifts for family!

Rose, you have leaves like me!

Yet your romantic and flirty,

They cut off you thorns but they break all of me!

I don't expect you say to sorry,

Or to be sympathetic for me,

But maybe now you'll understand what beauty really means.

The world is a sucker for a pretty face,

Personality means little in this modern age,

I have character and I'm a prankster

But who wants a gift that comes with a free bumble bee?

After all, I'm just a weed.

[The Liar.]

It's a thrill! A wicked disease! I weapon I use against me!

An addiction, a craving, a habit I can not tame!

My demon, my flaw, it's the hole in my soul!

You think I'm twisted, raised with no morales, a social monster but no!

My mum raised me right but life raised me wrong!

I lie and I lie all day long!

I love it! I adore it and I pray for my tricks,

For someone to bust me and expose my lies,

Because its exhausting too!

I'd say creativity is the key,

But don't trust me because I've been caught,

But like a wiseman said,

All good things must come to an end.

[Numb Me I'm In Hell]

Do you have a moment?

Would you listen to me whine?

I'm going crazy!

I feel like I'm bound to die,

Emotional my scales are tipped,

Yet the alcohol seems to numb it all,

He told me my whining,

Was pathetic, tiresome and childish,

I'm bring him down.

Down into the ground.

Well, in this case I welcome him to my home town of hell.

[The Monster]

When I was nothing but a girl,

I was tipsy, turfy and upside down,

Back to front and spinning round and round,

Never spoke a word but a social star!

I spoke to the monsters, under my bed, in my closet and the ones in my head,

They were my friends.

I love The Monster.

He tells me everything and makes things clear,

If he was under my bed, the closet or just in my head,

He kept me safe, kept me calm and stopped me from breaking my very own neck.