Look at you, you happy little mite,
Living so protected and never with a fright.
You flirt with us so shamelessly, making us feel unsafe,
Absorbing our uncertainties and ruining our faith.
We have dreams too, you know, with ever renewing ambition,
To beat the odds and fight your stupid impossible tradition.
Continue your pattern and I promise you'll find
That the hearts you abuse so sweetly will turn and be unkind.
So look again, into mirror and into me,
Thinking you're invulnerable and will always always be,
And when you do, and decide to flirt again,
Know that your abuse will be returned to you, because I don't tolerate that rubbish.
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