On days like these I think I might
Become a lacewing and take flight
I wouldn't hurt so frightfully
From how I think people see me
A villain who deceives with wings
Talks waterfalls of useless things
Spills over glasses and fine china
No pair of ears is enough for her
Inflammatory fifth wheel wannabe
Heartbroken self-sufficient crybaby
Altruistic vengeful record-keeper
Naive all-creatures-loving daydreamer
I must know
Does my desire to be kind
Translate beyond
My scattered mind?
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