My name is Jasey
No one bothers to learn my name
Nor anything else about me
I'm a mystery none bother to solve
Maybe I'm just too complex
If I cut my hair short
And had no black fringe to hide me
Would you see my piercing eyes
A shade of dark blue no one could
Ever believe was natural
If I bought a new wardrobe
With baby blues and hot pinks
A new bow that you must lace yourself
Maybe washed off the eyeliner
Would I seem a bit more friendly?
I always was
Can you at least learn my name?
It's Jasey
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Why Do We Smile?
Poetry*Previously "It Gets Better, Later On" •Short but Completed•
