make me paper thin,
pin me up and leave me,
or sit on me with all your weight
with no restraint so I can't breath.
If you ever find me,
draw my outlines thick,
define me with a marker,
in any shape and every shade,
plastic lines of reds and greens.
But if you ever find me
I'll throw my weight on you,
with borrowed force I kick and scream,
tearing, I will wear you out,
biting, breathless still.
I'll do my best to hide from you,
I have become what I most fear,
drop this cup that spills.
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