Walking wet dream meets existential crises, or so it seems.
See me slip apart at the seams.
March to my own beat,
Am I human or Pisces?
Sometimes I play the back.
Other times it's center stage, see my eyes gleam.
I was seduced by bodies and pure allure.
Mishandled many a miss, since I was unsure,
But the echo chamber rings more and more
I've heard it before.
Any one you want you could probably get your hands on.
See I lack faith in myself but hide it well.
I'm too unaware to see all of the looks,
People see me different thus the juxtaposition.
Clean and scandalous wrapped in one being.
I wonder what I would do different,
If I got granted rebirth with cognitive knowledge past a onesie.