I don’t want to make a big ordeal,
but the way you see me is not ideal.
The world expects me to conceal,
but wouldn’t that be unreal.
Now that I’m saying this it feels surreal,
like someone grabbed my steering wheel.
My body feels like oatmeal,
and I’m trying not to kneel.
You turned this into a newsreel,
I wish I could repeal.
I tried to be stainless steel,
but you’re a spiked heel.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC