Do you ever feel like a zoo exhibit, a 

Lion in a cage, a freakshow, sometimes 

I don't have a name, I'm just a girl with 

A cut on the back of her hand that was not 

An accident.


Destiny is not a thing, I am not weak, I'll 

Never be a Juliet, a Courtney Love but 

This is not me, I'm not this raw biological 

Mass of hate, I'm not your fucking  Dalek. 


Graffiti on her face, a galaxy of white 

Eyeliner; sparkly moth-dust eyelids, I 

Don't have glass bones or porcelain skin,

My heart's not a Bible,

The End

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