The "you're beautiful" in my head
And the "you're beautiful from my friends
Doesn't transcend to the nameless passersby
Who try to break me down
With each muffled laugh
If I hit every person who's made fun of me
When my fist tries to insist
That justice persists
But I resist
Stipulation that I am not their equal
And a sequel to hurtful behavior
Is not the savior of this case
I don't know what it is about my face
That is such a disgrace to this society
And I guess I'll never know
As I walk away
With an eruption of giggle behind me
With so many stares and glares
Life is really an unfair affair.
No comments:
Post a Comment