I am a PRIMA DONNA

i don't sing with any opera but still i think i am a 'Prima Donna'. yesterday when i read this word, in a strange manner, could relate with it strongly. i am headstrong and arrogant, moody and bossy, don't pay heed to what's happening around, i think that makes me a prima donna. people accuse me of various sins, i still keep my head up and walk with utmost pride. people turn green of envy when they see me walking by their side and those itching noses make me a prima donna. things go hay wire in my life still i get myself clicked with that wicked smile on that makes me a prima donna. people bitch about me and i wholeheartedly love those bitches that makes me a prima donna. wearing those high heels and stomping on your feet when you raise your eyebrow at me brings that facet of mine into light. i bun up my hair in the most messy way known with flushed eyes still take myself as the most beautiful girl, that indeed makes me a 'PRIMA DONNA'