Every poem I've ever written | ecstasyaltruis69

Not Like Them

Not Like Them

I see the girls at school, so put together,
Like they're made of sunshine and perfect weather.
Their hair falls in waves, always just right,
While mine hangs limp, no matter how tight.

They've got skin that glows, smooth and clear,
And I'm stuck with this face that I try to steer.
I hide behind glasses, circles under my eyes,
While they look flawless, no effort, no tries.

Their smiles are bright, teeth white and straight,
Mine feels awkward, worst at best, at the gate.
They wear confidence like second skin,
While I'm just trying to fit in.

And then there's him—yeah, the guy I like,
But why would he ever notice me? Like, why?
He's friends with those girls, the perfect kind,
And I'm the one he'd leave behind.

I know I'm not like them at all,
Not the girl who walks tall in the hall.
The air at this school just doesn't fit,
Like I'm the piece (of shit) that doesn't click with it.

They shine, they sparkle, they fit right in,
And I'm the shadow, lost in the din.
I wish he'd see me, wish he'd care,
But why would he, when I'm barely there?

So I just watch from the sidelines, quiet and small,
Knowing I'm not like them, not at all.
He's got his eyes on someone bright and new,
And I'm just the girl who's never enough to pursue.