I was never good enough
I was never the best
I don’t know how to talk
Have no idea what to dress
I am the dumb you can’t call a blonde
I am the friend you wouldn’t care to flaunt
I am the one who make the wallflowers look grand
The ragged carpets and rusty chairs feel brand
I am the banana who is squashed in hell
I am the decayed apple rusting in a well
I was so average that the median left me below
I am so full that I seem hollow
I am the darkest night of the year
I might become your strangest fear
I was never good enough
I didnt know,
Till you pebbled me the thought
with every shove and blow.
Monday, February 25, 2013
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