Polka dot pants in a stripped section,
The yellow of the blues,
The ear of the storm.
I’m different.
The caramel corn in a bag of cheese,
The candied apple on the organic shelf.
I’m a bit sweet.
The rain in the winter,
The hail on the hottest day of summer.
But then again, I’m a bitch.
The 9 pm cup of coffee,
Your breakfast at midnight.
I’m an up all night kinda trouble maker.
I’m a shiny new badge, with a bit of rust underneath.
I’m a tall glass of water with a speck of dust floating on the top.
I’m the person I want to be. And no, I don’t care what you think.
