My existence it long overdue
My life not even arriving
Still I can't find the motivation
To get dressed in the morning.

I look into the mirror
See everything I am not
My lack of beauty reflects
My eyes burn from emotions.

Sometimes I just want to fit in
Be considered lovely
Fill a person with desire
And force them to love me

Yet my whole life is hidden
Locked away in my cold exterior
I know not how to open up
Or how to talk to strangers
I accepted this lonely fate
For I am not plastic
And my quiet existence
Will be.

01/18/2003

Author's Note: Did I spell existence wrong?

Posted on 01/18/2003
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