It took me a long time to find a way to look.
Bleach and eyeliner, velvet and leather, black and silver.
Boots and lipstick, a diamond in my nose.
Now this is me. Like it or not.
It’s superficial, but it’s an achievement. To know how you want to look.
There are other things I know about myself now.
I don’t like small talk. Pigeons make me flinch and scream. I love Jack Daniel’s
I’ve stopped wanting to like red wine and malt whisky and hip music.
When the light’s on, I look alright. And really, I am quite strong.