pippa, age seventeen.
i'm a hopeless romantic, but i'll never let you know
i have problems with food, but i'll never let it show
i'm still waiting for that perfect cinema kiss
plus a whole lifetime full of bliss.
my facial expressions are difficult to read
my emotions are never able to succeed
i can easily fake a smile, laugh, or even cry
but you'll see the truth if you look in my eyes.
sometimes i see a monster in my mirror
it's just waiting, and i cower in terror
it won't let me go outside to play
or even give my friends the time of day.
i'm insensitive, lonely, and bitter
i procrastinate, but i'm not a quitter
i harbor a flame for oscar wilde
and sometimes i'm as stubborn as a child.
my mother birthed only me
i fear she dislikes what i could be
she is still married to my father
he can be such a bother.
i love all God's beautiful creatures
i may be a Christian, but i'm no preacher
my faith is no devout religion
i'm afraid it may smash like a clay pigeon.
my heart holds captive unrequited loves
to my lungs they give playful shoves
i cannot voice how i feel
i fear to them i won't appeal.
i'm a pretty good friend, i'd say
your secrets i will never betray
my mind is open to be your shrine
i'll listen closely, so please opine
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