Roses are red
Violets are blue
There is no doubt
That I'm weirder than you.
You like things massive
I like things small
If it isn't all true
Than It's no fun at all.
Isn't it weird?
Isn't it strange?
That you think it's funny
When you call me names?
While I am all real
And I am not fake,
You put on makeup
Like you are icing a cake.
Did you ever realize
Or think at all
That you'd have true friends
If you were nice to us all?
But for now I'll just blend
Right in with the wall
For I am a wall flower
Invisible to them all.
YOU ARE READING
Monsters
PoetryA bundle of poems about random things... This was posted before but it got messed up so I just completely redid it.
