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She lived her life thinking
That being different was a curse.
She thought it'd "get better",
But it only became worse.
Never was she pretty enough,
Normal, loud, or clever.
And they made her feel like she wouldn't fit in -
Not now — not ever.
She was the kindest soul,
A most helpful girl,
And she always meant well.
But they couldn't see it,
They wouldn't see it,
They just couldn't tell.
Just because she was kinda shy
And rarely cracked a smile,
They considered her an outcast,
And cast her out with style.
Just because she preferred ripped jeans
Over a mini skirt or shorts,
Didn't wear makeup and instead wore caps,
She induced their judgmental thoughts.
Different girl, weird girl: she's never kissed a guy.
Stupid girl, messy girl: she'll never date a guy.
Boring girl, idiotic girl, girl who's kinda shy;
Girl who'll never get a guy because she looks like a guy.
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P.S.
Puisi"Not all Art has to be art. Some Art is simply the Art of writing." ~ T. Durand
