Grounded, because my head is not always in the clouds
Solid, because you can't always see straight through my hide
Broken, in just a couple places because glue always comes at least a little undone
But healthy, because I am aware, aware aware
Startled, because I can't prepare for all your quakes
Puzzled, because I can't absolve all your mistakes
Singled out, as I was in all my worst nightmares
And harmful, because like Iron Man I do not know my own strength
Crippled, because I cannot look away from you
Stifled, because you take away from everything in me
But magical, because I am a princess in a big pumpkin
And healthy, because I am okay with everything.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 10:51 PM UTC
Grounded, because my head is not always in the clouds
Solid, because you can't always see straight through my hide
Broken, in just a couple places because glue always comes at least a little undone
But healthy, because I am aware, aware aware
Startled, because I can't prepare for all your quakes
Puzzled, because I can't absolve all your mistakes
Singled out, as I was in all my worst nightmares
And harmful, because like Iron Man I do not know my own strength
Crippled, because I cannot look away from you
Stifled, because you take away from everything in me
But magical, because I am a princess in a big pumpkin
And healthy, because I am okay with everything.
C 2011 Moriah Harrod
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