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Jan 24
i dont really like myself
now this projection i can see in other people's faces
how do i explain being in a blanket
with my breadth and my condensed screen
how do i explain my sticky last toes
my wierd moods
my lofty heels
my passionate burst
my drowning in self loath
my initial likeability
and my post repulse
i always like to carry my bag
my two strapped bag
even when there is no need
but there is always more to my shoulders than that
walking in patterns people say
talking in patterns
Am i too transparent to see ?
then why cant you help me ?...
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