Me
I am a mess
a brown-eyed tornado spinning out of control
with hair changed so many colors to be different,
to shine,
to be more than average
but I am more than look
I am more than my body
its awkward stage between skinny and just too big
I am midnight stargazing
wondering, well, what's the point?
but I'm also midday adventures
not letting the rain, or you, or myself stop me
I am the line between so much love and yet so much hate
I am a disaster
I am me
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