Big white walls,
windows filled with large cat eyes.
You're on display for the world to see,
just how different you can be.
Can you build a fence against them?
Talk and chat, and don't turn back.
It's obvious that you're dying, dying.
And now you're just a mess, quit that big talking.
So now go out in style,
flash that grin and sway those hips,
flip that hair and ignore those glares.
Because you're just a mess. |
Submission Name: Just A Mess
