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Call me what I am not


Call me rude. 

You just can’t take the truth.

Call me sweet.

Have you heard me talk lately...

Call me ugly.

You are just pissed that you can’t look this good.

Call me beautiful. 

You might want to go to the eye doctor.

Call me boring.

You are just not as intellectually inclined.

Call me interesting.

I will remind you that I lost my mind graphing a picture.

Call me funny.

I will tell you that I only joke about depression.

Call me unamusing.

How do you not think I am hilarious.

Call me dramatic.

I will be the most nonchalant about everything important

Call me plain.

You will see me freak out because

 I dropped my makeup brush and now I think its ruined

Call me intelligent.

You will be forced to see the bad decisions I have made;

In a book that I created instead of doing my homework.

Call me stupid. 

I will write you a 5 page paper that is perfect with reasons why you are wrong.

There will be graphs and statistics.

Call me broken.

I will show you how my heart still beats, how my lungs still breath,

How everything still works.

Call me fixed.

You will hear the off beat beating of my heart when I think of something

You will see the lack of tears most days.

Call me artistic.

There are only stick figures.

Call me artistically impaired.

I made a black eye using makeup and I can do it again.

Call me tom-boyish.

So much glitter and so many eyeshadow palettes.

Call me girly.

Bruh, the way I compose myself, you would yell at me to be more ladylike.

Call me popular.

I have like 5 friends.

Call me awkward.

I would be able to talk to anyone and everyone about anything.

Call me everything.

I am a single change in a reaction.

And people want the explosion

I am but a single drop of water in an ocean.

And people want an ocean. 

And call me nothing.  

You will see nothing without that first change.

Because chemicals will not react without a cause. 

You will see how a single drop of water can push something overbored.

I will find a way to disagree with you.

Call me complex

But call me simple.

Call me one thing

And you will call me everything I am not.

 
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