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.

 

 

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