people tell her
that one day
will come
a boy
who'll like her
for her
but how can she
believe them
how can
any boy
like
the pimples
on her face
the hair
on her legs
the smell
of her feet
the flaws
of her mind
the cracks
on her heart
– she wishes
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Poesiashe built herself a castle but it was a castle made of cards even the queen of hearts would not be able to shield hers.
