I'm a two-dimensional girl
Living in a three-dimensional world
Everyone else has depth
But I'm as thin as a paper doll
I motion along as best as I can
I try to dance and jump and spin and sing
But I don't have an ounce of depth
I just blow about in the wind
I'm a cutout in a world of sculptures and statues
I'm a popsicle stick in a world of and chestnut trees
I'm a single letter in a world of phrases
I don't have 3D glasses and can't watch this movie
I'm a paper doll in a world of humans
And I don't stand a chance
In a world of people full of color
When I can't spin or sing or dance.
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Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}
PoetryA road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️...
