; self stories

badwriter 24 | Cat Lady
Autoplay OFF   •   a year ago

i am just whiny


I might spill all the glitter That makes up my soul Sticky all it is Gooey to the core, Drips loose from my fingers Drips out from my nose Bloody it shines Vermilion it glows Serene it looks to me For it is me

But you would not accept And they wouldn't too- The nasty crimson dripping; Although all will say They want me to be me, But refrain from looking at the oozing slime And deny that it really is me Or that it might be of any concern

Then I might blow out some feathers Some light fuzz around That too makes up my soul a bit The nicer portions That feel like clouds and rainbows And flowers in the sun And all of you would like it And won't close your eyes at all.

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