“Im not her”
“Im not her”
she mumbles
as if this is enough

But her protruding angles
they disturb some,
They stick out
To blatant,
for most
And they judge
as I judged
That this girl
who mumbles,
whos angles stick out
is different
And her neon signs
Reflect her indecency
and I want to ask her
if its worth it
To have these signs
and these angles
But im afraid,
im just like them
And thats just it-
Im afraid
And she shuffles by
a banshee,
with that scarf around her head,
and those mismatches shoes
And my words,
they stick in my throat like jelly

And then I mumble,
Because I know it’s enough
“Im not her”
“Im not her”