she wears old combat boots and torn black jeans
her eyeliner is always smudged
if you look at her hands, you will always see chipped black polish
she stays away from others, keeping her things close
they all know it's an act
no one is fooled
but still, she maintains the facade
because, maybe, if she keeps it up long enough
she will at least convince herself
that she is okay
YOU ARE READING
Stereotypical
PoetryThis is a collection of random poems/letters that I'll probably never get to say aloud.
