+be.like.the.rest+

I look in the mirror,
A smile on my face.
My eyes glance over it,
Then out comes my tongue
As my eyes give a roll.

I pull out my shorts,
And as I begin to get dressed,
I can’t help but think,
Why can’t I ever be like the rest?

My heart aches to love.
My soul aches to fit in.
I’m so different.
I must be committing a sin.

My hair is frizzed when pulled back.
My eyes I really do not hate.
They only bother me when they’re dull.
That and when they dilate.
My breasts could be larger.
My pouch could be smaller.
My feet could be narrow.
I could be a few inches taller.
I could be a bit smarter
If I only studied more.
I could call my friends back
And not be such a bore.
I could think before I talk.
And look before I leap.
I don’t do that much.
Maybe if I did, I’d land on my feet.
I should forgive and forget,
Not take things so deep to heart.
And remember it’s okay to cry,
Not bawl or sob when we part.

I pull on my shirt.
As I finish getting dressed.
I can’t help but think,
Why can’t I ever be like the rest?

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