How are you supposed to feel when the girls people fall in love with never look like you?
When they say "you're beautiful, you're lovable" but never do,
When the rest of them don't even look at you.
Is it because of my hair? I can change it for you
So you don't feel ashamed running your fingers through.
Why do all the happy people never look like I do?
With their perfect faces, perfect bodies
Perfect boyfriends, perfect families,
Oh yeah they still have insecurities, we all do.
But why do mine make me so different from you?
Those who smile at me are vultures preying on me.
They don't know my dreams, my fears or my fantasies.
They just project the illusion their mind sees.
They burn my trees, pollute my air and litter my seas.
And when I close off they blame it on me
But why exist in a world where no one sees me?
Why exist truly if they perceive a fallacy?
Happy people don't look like me.
They're born blank canvases and learn who to be
They become like the others and never feel lonely.
But when you're born with deviancy
You have no choice but to be who you are entirely.
You'll be lonely, free, complex and angry.
You'll take 22 years to learn how to love your body
And the soul inside that made you stand out.
But no one has time to learn how to love me.
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Diary of any soul
PoetryIf you're the weird child who was forced out of the box by the people who fitted inside, If you're constantly fetichised, objectified, used, abused but never loved and seen, If you feel like no place is your safe place, If you're the eldest sister w...
