All my life I've wanted to fit in
Fit into a tiny little box
A place where I'm liked and popular and hot
Sometimes people can make you feel that way no?
Like you're their favourite song?
I want to be your only diary
the last page of all your notebooks
scribble all over me
doodle and draw across my skin
cover me in your ink
I want to be your muse
I want to be your -
Actually I just want to be -
- yours
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Personal pronoun
But I'm not
So I'll continue drawing attention
& lighting fires
and standing out
a l o n e
