To the Girl with the Yellow Sweater
Like the queen of England,
You sit on your throne.
Trying to make others feel worse,
Making them see, that they you own
That they’re alone in this word,
That they’re some kind of freak
But you can’t kick me down
Because I’m not weak
I’m stronger than you,
And you’re afraid of me
You think I’m blind
That I can’t see.
You don’t know what my insides are
You don’t know who I am,
It takes a lot to open me up
And I am not a diffident lamb.