Oh dear sweet, naked palette.
Yet stained by the world's evils and lies.
That was you before you changed, oh my, oh my.
And now today you seem quite alike.
To the world's overrated "differences",
And eyes painted catlike.
However, tis not your outer that just changed.
But your inner too, mirrored and tattooed.
Your choice of words and slang,
Have clearly shown that you've joined the gang.
It's one thing to be original, your own person, your own you.
But you my dear are none of those because all you do is wear the same shoe.
You're a replica of them, but with indecency included in you.
Just you.
So don't let your ego fly through the roof,
You'll never be who you are, because at this rate you'll never be you.
And don't you think it's ironic that your gang is all about originality and truth to the soul?
Do as you please, my little funny fishbowl.
-mittens.
