it is odd, watching you try to cram
yourself into the weak frame of another person.
taking all their insecurities and wearing them as your own,
but not in a protective or slightly loving way,
in an obsessive and crazed kind.
isolation nation, population two
or possibly only one.
two faced, and not in a catty way
this isn't high school musical
cause you're just a mean girl
but, you, you look just the same
with a tomboy slant on a pair of rubber bands.
gross. and ill watch you two bounce
and crash hard into one another,
a pair of moths with no flame,
but everyone around you definitely enraged.
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