I should have been a boy. My parents didn't even have a name for a girl.
So this is me, a collection of pieces which doesn't seem to fit.
Today you might see me dressed as if I just fall out of the bed, a total mess. At night, when I can forget about that daily stupid mask, I might glow, wear lady clothes, but still swear and utter every fucked up thought that wonders in my mind.
Oh, excuse me, I sometimes may use irony to avoid your useless bragging,
Please, don't bother me when I'm having my orgasm moments. I might dance like I want to fuck an invisible man, paint without breathing in order to get the perfect line, smell a wine bouquet, stare at nature or just close my eyes and play my own movie while listening to live music. Anyway, just, don't! Don't disturb my rainbow mood, my serenity picture.
If you know me, you won't see a difference between me with or without makeup, and I don't refer only to those lady magic face paintings.
My dear stranger, I hate talking about myself, cause together we'll contour my character. I'll see my reflection in your eyes, in your voice, in your laughter, in your angry words and dirty little secrets.
I dare you to know me and don't get fooled by my blonde hair, it's fake!
