She's an alien
Can't you tell?
She's well camouflaged
So maybe you'll need to look harder next time.
She wears a skin just like yours
Well not just like yours
But similar enough to go undetected.
She's smart, she blends in well
As well as an alien can anyway.
She seems comfortable but believe me it's only skin deep.
Discomfort pumps through her veins every second she disguises her true skin,
Every second she has to dull the electricity that pulses at her fingertips.
They like her,
Because she's different
But not different enough to alienate her
But why not when that is exactly what she is-
A-LIE-N
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Candles In The Sun
Poetry"Our daughters and our sons are just candles in the sun" - Frank Ocean | End - This is pretty much a bunch of poems that I write some of them are decent some of them will probably be very very bad haha. - I don't really have time to wri...
