I go to school each day,
And hear girls talk,
Thinking their lives are awful,
Because they didn't get the jock.
At least they have someone to talk to,
Not just to themselves,
They don't even have a clue,
That I'm here by myself.
Not that it would matter,
Because they probably don't care,
It makes them look better,
To not have all the stares.
They stand there with their big thigh gaps,
And perfect button noses,
Not one piece of flab,
Collecting all the guys roses.
They don't even glance my way,
I could just disappear,
And perfect they would still stay,
Why am I even here?
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Lonely
PoetrySometimes I need ways to express my feelings and I do this through poetry. I am not at all the best poet in the world (not even close) but I just thought I would share them with you. Stay beautiful.
