Glazed
All they do is strut around
Wearing stuff that shows as much skin as possible
Short skirts, crop tops
They're so glazed
Smile that perfect smile
Through the pounds of makeup
Then turn and quickly glare
Turn and keep beaming
They're crazy glazed
The perfect girls
The cool girls
The ones that they all wanna be
Glazed
They're female dogs
Who said that?
Not me, I don't want them to hear that
I'll fly away
Fast as I can
I am not them
I will never be
I am myself
Rather than glazed
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▾ This Poem's Voice
Your Poem's Voice
PersonalThemeAbstract
Personal rejection of peer conformity, grounded in autobiographical observation
SparseMeasureDense
Multiple distinct ideas: appearance critique, social hierarchy, self-identity assertion
DarkSentimentBright
Negative toward peers, defensive uncertainty, some self-affirmation at end
StillEnergyExplosive
Moderate intensity; sharp observations, anxious tone, flight imagery creates movement
MicroLengthEpic
24 lines; falls in 16-30 range
PlainFigurativeOrnamented
Glazed metaphor repeated; simile implied (fly away); mostly plain declarative statements
LyricVoiceDramatic
Pure lyric internal voice; confessional, introspective, no narrative or dramatic shift
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