[center:2k0m5fv2]I am a fleshy person,
In a paper world.
Trying to imperson-
ate a little paper girl.
I draw on every smile
With beautiful red ink.
Fooling them all the while
By not thinking what they think.
I try to fold as they do,
I try to stay as thin.
I try so hard to keep up my ruse,
But I never seem to win.
They fly away in the wind,
But I stay on the ground.
I watch them as they twirl and bend,
But I just shuffle around.
But easily they burn.
But easily they tear.
And I have begun to learn
That my fate may be more fair.
When the storm strikes at night,
And rain falls with a bellow,
Let my skin show its might
Against paper ever mellow.
Paper has no head to think;
Paper cannot dream.
Of flesh and thought, I'm at the brink;
Of skin and heart, I'm at the seam.
This, what we call reality
Is more than a paper world.
And yes, more than flesh itself
Or me, the paper girl.[/center:2k0m5fv2]
Tell me what you think of it, and your interpretation.
