Confused
I looked in the mirror to be perfectly sure,
I was still standing on two legs, not on four.
To make absolutely certain the necklace I wore
Had not turned to a collar bought in a pet store.
That the itch I was scratching wasn't from fleas.
That the shirt I was wearing
didn't say Spike, Rover, or Daisy.
There seems to be some confusion
Over who and what I am.
I'm a person just like you.
Not a stray from the pound.
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