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.

 

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