When I was younger I was very girly, I wore dresses and leggings, But never jeans. I loved pink and purple, And I loved sparkles and bows. I was very girly, But I hated dolls. I drew on my sister's baby dolls with ballpoint pens, Covering their foreheads with my cryptic squiggles. I would strip my Polly Pockets, And let them lay naked and ashamed on my bedroom floor. I would take all the limbs off of my Barbies, And rearrange them into disfigured beauty queens. Fake people have always bothered me.