Petite Alt Girls,
Are a problem.
Like an addiction I can’t shake –
Seeming to play moth to flame.
Abused by bipolar family,
Trying to avoid split dyes as symbolisms.
Still.
Nice to be able to pick them up,
Throw them over a shoulder,
Continue on my way.
Clearly by these black nails?
Weirdo myself.
Petite Alt Girls Are A Problem.
