Summer Song - The Plastic Book

Inside the plastic pages
Of a plastic book
My own personality
Has it's own plastic look
One dimensional and unoriginal
Every page and all
Is the definition
Of 'incredibly small'
They use their microscope to see
If to even have a chance
But they are disapointed
At the lack of substance
All of a sudden
I am beginning not to care
About who they want me to be
And the people begin to stare
As the book grows
To an enormous size
Why did I ever
Believe all those lies?
Authentic crisp pages
Spring up from the binding
I was so tight inside
Now I begin unwinding
Starting here and now
I'm no longer under examination
This is the beginning
I have a new expectation
Now people can clearly see
I'm original
I'm beautiful
I'm confident
me.

Summer Song

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