I am poised,
Prim, perfect, polished
Everything I could be and more, and you
You come in threatening, like a tornado
The dark sky before the storm
stealing the thunder from my mouth before it can open
And aren't you envious
Of everything I can be?
I manifest everything cute and special and you, clump around,
A moutain of a girl, you are not small enough, and polite enough, do not smile and bat your eyes at the right people
You cannot calm my fire, you cannot make them choose you. When it comes down to it I am storybook, the main character of a novel, and you cannot even impact the plot. Shrug your shoulders and pretend it doesn't get to you. I know it does, watch as the glow of my teeth fade into nothingness, I know you will remember.
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