I wake up glittering, messy and loud,

Wings tangled in bedsheets — ain’t I proud?

Mascara warpaint, boots mismatched,

Confidence stitched, but vibe unmatched.

They say, “You’re extra,” I say, “Correct!”

Dressed like a thrift-store fever dream wreck.

I’m what happens when chaos gets cute,

A sugar rush with no off-route.

So if I’m too much, then babe — don’t look.

I’m a fairytale that never fit the book.

I’m a punk fairy, attitude divine,

With a crooked halo and eyeliner line.

Laughing too loud, sparkles in my scream,

Turning side-eyes into self-esteem.

I twirl through storms with combat grace,

Lipgloss vengeance, glitter in your face!

So bow or scoff — I’ll still feel airy,

Deal with it, darling — I’m your punk fairy.

My wings are patched with duct tape and fire,

My soul? Bubblegum laced with barbed wire.

I trip on power, not on heels,

And spill confetti with every feel.

You see a mess — I see design,

A masterpiece with a crooked spine.

Your judgment rolls, but babe, I skate

With stickers on my heart that say “Run Late.”

I’m not your fix, I’m not your phase —

I’m the mood that doesn’t fade.

I’m a punk fairy, attitude divine,

With a crooked halo and eyeliner line.

Laughing too loud, sparkles in my scream,

Turning side-eyes into self-esteem.

I twirl through storms with combat grace,

Lipgloss vengeance, glitter in your face!

So bow or scoff — I’ll still feel airy,

Deal with it, darling — I’m your punk fairy.

I spin like a spell in a thrift-store dress,

Droppin’ sparkles where I should’ve made a mess.

People stare like I broke routine —

Guess fairy girls don’t fit the machine.

I’m a punk fairy, raw and free,

Clumsily rocking your fantasy.

A misfit muse with rhinestone scars,

Kissing the sky from busted cars.

Don’t need to be tamed, don’t need to be wary —

Just sprinkle some rage — I’m your punk fairy.

Damn, I look good when I don’t even try.

Now watch me float past — eyeliner sharp… wings high.