They are like Jellyfish.
They have no spines. They're transparent. They are thin-skinned, and easy to disturb and offend. When you try to get close they sting you, and then they lazily drift closer in an attempt to get you to touch them again. Although they share the same place as the other fish of the sea, they drive away the other fish when you want them. Their mating rituals are complicated and seem alien to you.
and not only that, they are simile.
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☭ B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ ⚢
They want to get into your pants but want to pleasure you in no shape or manner. They are inconvenient, and a pain in the ass. They try to appeal to you from the inside, but only cause itching and discomfort. They are miniscule and don't bring much attention to themselves, yet they get in the way of what you really want to see.
I know, I know, irrational fear if I'm really a nice person but it still startles me a smidge.
Just be yourself and don't worry about it and you should be fine. If you worry about being mistaken for somebody else pretending to be someone like you you'll tie yourself in knots.
☭ B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ ⚢
I think I might have felt that way in middle school, maybe, but now that I think about it if I voiced it out, it'd generally sound like "I'M NICE TO YOU, NOW BE MY LADY PLEASE," which is just pathetic any way you phrase it, not to mention sexist.
/dorkrant
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
...because you're secretly the Squid King!