What nonsense is this?
The scratchiest scratch
And the itchiest itch
From my head to my toe
I was covered in this
Blisters and pustules
All over me
Sizable dots as big as a tree!
I scratched and itched
And my mother did groan
As she picked up my skin
On the floor it had flown
Stop scratching and itching
Aloud she did scream
And from head to my foot
I was covered in cream
Pinkened and glowing
My face shone alight
As my scratching continued
Throughout the night
Till the morning arrived and my mother – she swore!
For a pile of my clothes
Was left on the floor
I had scratched and had itched
Till I’d disappeared
All twas left is a few flaky flakes
It is feared.

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Not many know the real me 

I show them what they expect to see 
To sit at a desk and work up a storm 
Is something I do, to maintain the norm 
But a Wild Child through and through am I 
I run and catch the windswept sky 
My mind sings songs inside my head 
Whispering stories as I lie in Bed 
I want to embrace the world, sing and dance 
Bring joy to your life while I have the chance 
Yet society tries to dictate to me 
On what I should do or How I should be 

By Stella Haricot