Your friends…

Your friends want to be me so bad

Dying their hair my cherry red

So obsessed they might buy blue contacts next

Might Coraline my ass

Sewing me button eyes

hoping we don’t stare at each other anymore

Taking in each other’s art work that we know is burning our eyes

Sorry but this body isn’t for sale

Trying to wear me like a snakeskin

Like the slithering snake you are

Hsss

Into his little ears

Hoping he’ll stop being hung up on me