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You can tell
from the scars on my arms,
& the cracks in my hips,
& the dents in my car,
& the blisters on my lips,
that I'm not the carefulest of girls.
You can tell
from the glass on the floor,
& the strings that're breaking,
& I keep on breaking more,
& it looks like I am shaking.
But it's just the temperature.
& then again,
if it were any colder I could disengage.
If I were any older I could act my age.
But I dont think that you'd believe me:
It's
Not
The
Way
I'm
Meant
To
Be
...it's just the way the operation made me!
& you can tell
from the state of my room
that they let me out too soon,
& the pills that I ate
came a couple years too late,
& I've got some issues to work through.
There I go again
pretending to be you.
Make-believing
that I have a soul beneath the surface.
Trying to convince you
it was accidentally on purpose.
I am not so serious,
this passion is a plagiarism.
I might join your century,
but only on a rare occasion!
I was taken out
before the labour pains set in & now
behold the world's worst accident!
I am the girl anachronism!
& you can tell
by the red in my eyes,
& the bruises on my thighs,
& the knots in my hair,
& the bathtub full of flies,
that I'm not right now at all.
There I go again
pretending that I'll fall.
Don't call the doctors,
'cause they've seen it all before.
They'll say just
Let
Her
Crash
&
Burn
She'll learn.
The attention just encourages her!
& you can tell
from the full-body cast,
that you're sorry that you asked.
Though you did everything you could,
(like any decent person would)
but I might be catching so don't touch.
You'll start believing you're immune to gravity and such!
Don't get me wet,
because the bandages will all come off.
& you can tell
from the smoke at the stake,
that the current state is critical.
Well, it is the little things, for instance:
in the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses:
Please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her...
I don't necessarily believe there is a cure for this,
so I might join your century, but only as a doubtful guest.
I was too precarious, removed as a caesarian,
behold the worlds worst accident...
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM!
