Infamous Rosalie

I'm at the top of my class, in brains and in style

But what can you expect from an immortal child?

I may be a bitch,

It's a bite that I must itch

Someone has to do it

And who's better than the infamous Rosalie?

My true self is hidden between anger and spite

It's not my fault he chose to go off and flight

My heart is broken I can't take much more

Who would know that behind all these riches was the poor?

Who else could it be,

Besides the infamous Rosalie?

I was decaying away

Until I met a human that had gone astray

His big muscular build

Never gave me the chills

And who is as fearless

As the infamous Rosalie?

And here I am now,

Writing this poem for you

Sitting here with my big brown bear,

I smile and reflect

Thinking about me,

The infamous Rosalie