Good Luck She Said

Good luck she said. Ha! I make my own luck. Always have, always will. Good luck in the contest. Good luck on stage. Good luck, good luck, good luck. Showing me her sweet self. I am not fooled. Her pure nasty resonates. Her nasty eyes, her nasty smile. Her pure and evil nasty self. Good luck she says, but break a leg, she means. Break a finger, break a neck, die, woman, die. Good luck my ass. She has never meant it. She never will. I know for she is my nemesis. I smile and wave, pretending to be fooled by my self-reflection.