Purple eyes, hazy purple
Crazy mind, covered by lies
A nerdy kid who does math for fun
Stays awake in science because she wants to listen
Described as a quiet little flower
Hah! Flower, that thought I’ll devour
I listen to rap, rock
The hardcore stuff you won’t get me to stop
Scribbling vast daydreams
Lyrics and drawings to stop streams
Of tears from coming down my face
I like tacky things
I like rainbows and lace
And tattoos on my face
And hair that’s purple or blue or green
A color that’s never genetically seen
Lilies and roses and dahlias
Why these are accepted I don’t know
I prefer trees
And creeks
I’m surrounded by geeks
And yet through me this light shines
For my religious heart over takes all these
Crazy urges
That nobody accepts
My face and body are covered with scars
Cuts and scrapes and burns and bruises
From the hurt that everyone chooses
To throw at my face.
To everyone I complain,
Complain with them about the things they don’t like
And behind their backs I apologize
For saying things absurd
I care a lot about playing my instruments
And hearing those few notes that sound
Absolutely perfect
And I tell nobody
How attached I get
How jealous I can be
And how hurt I feel when
They leave me be
And yet I love them
I love them all.
Society shoves these costumes
We are to put on
Should we be different
And maybe one day,
I’ll take off my filter
They’ll see that I don’t like the sun
I like winter.