~Outcasted~

From an Outcast's P.O.V

Ever wondering if your perfect little self isn't fitting in every once in a while or you're feeling less popular than usual? Feeling less pretty because you ran out of that 9$ lip gloss that they sell in --every single store--?

Are you starting to think that you're not fitting in and your becoming a lame little loser just because of something like that "make-up crisis"?

Well don't. Because you're not. You're not becoming a lame loser. You're not slipping from the popular crowd. And you're tiara is surely not falling off your hair sprayed or greased head.

I would know. I'm not naturally pretty. I'm not born wealthy. I don't have flirty ways.

I'm just an insecure girl.

I am an Outcast.

I don't have designer nails, amazing blue eyes, amazing silky sleek and smooth hair, amazing rosy cheekbones, amazing golden, sun-kissed skin, cute little toes or a button nose.

Instead I have imperfection. I've got bushy eyebrows with a little hair in between and a little hair under my nose. Brown hair that for some reason always looks somewhat greasy, with brown eyes that don't seem to appeal to anyone. Big cheekbones that I've always had. Pale skin. Weird toes, and a boring nose.

No one I have liked, likes me back. I am automatically labeled as a loser, a permanent lame-o, freak. I am, and will always be,

Just another Outcast.