My Typical Girl

I'm not at ease
When you talk childish
My typical girl.
When your face is weighed
under the thickest of layers
and you come across as a
vocal artifact,
with no sadness in your sad
and the ways you celebrate
your joys is a disgrace.
Annoyance holds to ransom
your identity
that swims along effortlessly
in the sea of fake,
Guided by your guided emotions
you drift along unconciously
without even thinking
that your real
has long been dormant,
But you're still admant
to shrug off the images.
Have to say
When you behave this way
You are irritating and nettling to say the least
My typical girl.