Why am I always the second choice
Am I too honest
Too ugly
Too brash to be lovely
Cut off on the middle of conversations
Left in the middle of the dance floor for a different sensation
I know I'm not pretty enough
But I think I'm funny and a good friend
And that I'll stay to the very end
But I feel like an option
Like a tip at the store
I'm nice and sweet but really a bore
Maybe I'm the problem
Or maybe there's more
Maybe the problem is
I can't feel anymore
I never say "I love you" or "You're my best friend" cause I never trust
I think you'll leave again
Im not as cool as your other friends
I don't smoke or drink
I seldom leave my house
Even if I plead
My curfew is 11
My friends are few
But I don't care about other friends
I just don't wanna be a option to you.
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Ode to All the Girls that Never Fit
PoésieTo all the girls who never felt good enough, small enough, or pretty enough... this is for you. No upload schedule, just whenever I write a poem.
