The Zebra With Red Stripes
I think myself a zebra
A zebra up and down my legs
My stripes? The lovely color red.
Why?
It's stupid.
Why on earth would you want red stripes?
I just wanted to see
And like a drug I'm addicted.
But each day goes by
I'm hurt
I need a stripe.
A red one.
It's stupid.
It's bad.
I'm hurt.
One more stripe.
I can't express myself through words
My emotions a mess.
My words are shaken and they cause
Commotion.
More stripes on my zebra legs.