Sometimes I spend half of my life
Dressing up as everything else
I might spend the rest of my life
Pretending to be something that isn't real
But it's me
And it's fun
And it's mean
It doesn't effect me at all
But it makes others pissed
That I drape something bright
Or dark
On my frame
And they insult me
Saying I'm forbidden
A rotten vessel
Full of molded cotton
Made of ugly rocks in stitching seams