La Modelo (La Chupacabra)
Am I really a monster?
I mean, I don't think I am.
So why do people always
Run?
They do not actually run.
What I mean is mirrors break,
Well they don’t literally
Wait…
Being a teen is Not Hard
It’s just the other people…
They say I’m not pretty, but…
Look!
What was I talking about?
Looks! Right. They do NOT Matter
I really, really hope, man.
Hope.
I am an insta "modelo"
Why do I Feel Like This, Man?
I am beautiful, really
Believe
We are all beautiful, in
Our own way, believe me, you.
Presta atención a mí
Shhhhh…
We are all beacons of hope
Yo te amare para
Siempre.
Adios, mi amor.
This poem is about:
Our world
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