Me.

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.

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