I am not a girl
who wears a tutu
I am a loud alien,
and I can't wear shoes
Or I will die
If you can't handle me
during my IBS flare-up,
you don't deserve me
when I stare vacantly
at the wall for hours
Feed me rice
from your palm
Serve me milk
but I only like it crunchy
I am complicated
and moody
but I vomit diamonds
So I am worth it
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Deep, Meaningful Poetry
PoetryA collection of my very own original poems. Sorry if I make you cry.