My self esteem came in the post today.
In bubble wrap and cheap paper.
It's as beautiful as I imagined.
And now i'm reborn eclectic,
instead of wierd.
And I am a misunderstood dreamer.
Who will not be appreciated while she still draws breath.
But the joke's on them,
because they'll forget me,
before the epitaph mutates back.
My identity came in the post today,
and I'm so happy.