I doubt you could ever be me for a day,
Unless you craze to go insane.
My days are long and always gray,
My life's so cruel, sinful, mundane.
You couldn't stand one day in my shoes,
Unless you strive to feel quite hurt.
I live my life as someone's muse,
And once you are me, you can't revert.
It would be a dare to be me for a week,
Never no peace, thrown away silence.
You won't be slender, you won't be sleek,
You'd suffer from lack of benevolence.
You can't be me, don't even ask,
You couldn't handle this awful task.
You can't be me so don't make an attempt,
Just live your life, unruly, unkempt.