Thoughts
All my friends surround me
In forms of two—
Boy girl, boy girl.
I'm standing there alone.
What's wrong with this picture?
My peers have found somebody
To take them as they are,
To be there for them through thick and thin,
Good and bad,
And I'm there,
Alone.
Why?
Am I too ugly to meet the societal standard of beauty?
Too clumsy or big, with wrong sizes in all the wrong places?
Not proportional?
Crazy?
Stupid?
Shy?
Unaware?
Naive?
What's wrong with me?
Or is it them?
In forms of two—
Boy girl, boy girl.
I'm standing there alone.
What's wrong with this picture?
My peers have found somebody
To take them as they are,
To be there for them through thick and thin,
Good and bad,
And I'm there,
Alone.
Why?
Am I too ugly to meet the societal standard of beauty?
Too clumsy or big, with wrong sizes in all the wrong places?
Not proportional?
Crazy?
Stupid?
Shy?
Unaware?
Naive?
What's wrong with me?
Or is it them?