I. Me.
Who is it, are you able to see?
Programmed, fabricated
Like other incompetent girls
Broken like others
Mended like others
Gonna be better
Until I'm so ripe I can break
And allow myself to be over
Gonna be that:
An intelligent person
A nuisance, a trouble
Someone to talk to
When there're yellow dots
Walking the ceiling
And teasing a whimpering cat.
I. Me
© Copyright: Полина Вильфор, 2010
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