Toothpick Stilts
Fuming
Telling me what I can and can’t eat
Like she knows what she’s talking about
Look at her—
All she wants to do is criticize
And criticize
And criticize
And critique
But she’s weak.
And she knows it.
So the only thing she does is
act like she knows it all—
Push me down with her snide remarks
Standing on toothpick stilts
But thinks she really is taller than me.
I’ll break those stilts.
That circus clown.
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