I’m used to being stared at.
I’m not beautiful,
I just have a crazy fashion sense.
That colour
And that one
Don’t exactly match.
But, then,
I never felt right
In ‘normal’ clothes
Anyway.
Maybe that’s rooted
Somewhere
In my whacked-up DNA.
But. That’s for another day.
Please, go ahead.
Stare.
I’ve been told this ‘look’ suits me.
Bet you couldn’t pull it off.
Shall we see?
wrathofripley 