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Jan 2011
I like to wear flowers in my hair and,
Robots around my neck.
They whisper to me stories of places I've never been,
And toxic lullabys when I can't sleep.
But they never tell me where to go,
Or what I should be doing instead.

They tell pretty lies (about me being friendly)
To unsuspecting people,
And assure them (at the very least),
I'm different.
And everyone wants to be my best friend,
Until they realize
It's not a mask, it's vanity.
I'll paint up my eyes but,
I wont paint on a smile.

So compliment my fashion sense,
But watch out for my disposition.
There's a bite to my bark that can leave scars
On places no one can even see.
I'll love you completely or,
I wont love you at all.

Just don't try to make me into something I'm not.
Because,
I'm done pretending that I'm anything else.
I'm a lovely little package with a "fragile" sticker.
But I'm wild,
Don't try to tame me.
© January 20th, 2011 Moriah Jean

I had this candy from Hawaii once, and it was really sweet and delicious on the outside, but it was bitter and disgusting on the inside. I had to spit it out.

Inspired by something that happened at school today and the new accessories I got in the mail.
Not a single boy in sight.
Written by
Moriah Jean
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     Natasha, Neon Robinson and Moriah Jean
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