you may say im going crazy
but pretty is something i dont want to be
because being pretty means vulnerability
and being vulnerable is the enemy
i'd rather be unnoticed, average, and plain
cause thats how i can stay sane
when you strip off the colors, i still remain
and the person in the mirror matches the one in my brain
dull and drab grabs no attention
and those ignored have a suspension
of lies and chastisement and are rarely mentioned
in daily gossip and people questions
under the radar, standing on the edge
a have a few friends, and thats as far as i stretch
i have no need for frivolous dredge
of the popular, pretty, and so well dressed
i have no desire to join their cliques
to me, its naive, to be someone they pick
to be worthy to be in their presence and stick
around until they toss you like an old cracked brick
so i don't need to be pretty, popular, or known
i just need a life to call my own
cause my whole life all ive been shown
is the hate of this world towards the cut-out clone
YOU ARE READING
In My Head
PoetryA collection of my poetry. there is no rhyme or reason between them, they are simply there because i wrote them and needed a place for them to go. i know, my grammar sucks. also, there will be updates whenever i write more poetry.
