I'm either always second choice
or not even a choice at all
I'm the girl who fights tears during slow songs
at the dances no one ever asks me to go to with them
while my friends go off and dance
in the arms of guys who asked them to
but I never get asked to dance
so I watch silently
because nobody wants to dance with me
I'm the girl who has never looked in the mirror
and felt beautiful
or even pretty
not even half decent
never even average
not even just plain
never felt ugly either
but every. single. time.
I feel hideous
and worthless
and repulsive
and ashamed of my face
and my body
and then I feel ashamed all over again
of my vanity
and pathetic obsession
with being beautiful
with FEELING beautiful
because roses are roses
and weeds are weeds
born a rose, you're a rose
born a ****, well, you're a ****
like me.
and roses will be beautiful
but weeds won't.
End of story.

Too many times I've wrapped myself in your promises
Eventually things tear when you use them too much
And I know everyone is reaching desperately for someone but I am getting sick of being the only loose thread in the tapestry

Surreal messed up poem. Only my friends will get the references.

Weaponized turtles
Moaning Myrtle!
Platform 9 and three quarters
Oops, wall is out of order.
Now you’re concussed
This makes you crazy enough
To take a flying car (because you’re fool)
To a snake infested hog with dermatology problems school
Adhesive sloths!
Polka dotted moths!
Oh wait, that sounds like butterflies
With this poem, literature dies.

I apologize, I just felt like writing something absurd and I am really REALLY tired and my brain pattern is weird, and I read too much harry potter…
OSTRICH ATTACK!!!
Hey, I told you I was weird.

You're a hardcover novel I can't seem to put down with charming tea stains on your pages, endearing creased corners and torn edges I look upon fondly but I can't open you far enough to break the bind of your spine. I’ll keep trying though as I soak in and inhale every toxically flawless inky letter you are composed of, scribbling quotes from your chapters onto my wrists so I feel like I always have you with me until I know your story inside and outside, forwards and backwards, by heart. You have and immensely lovely and irresistible sleeve around you and a fascinatingly stirring summary for your description on the back but I’m more interested in what’s inside. It’s an incomplete tale though so I hope I get the chance to rewrite the rougher parts like the heartbreaking paragraphs of your past and maybe I’ll get to be a co-author for typing out your happy ending.

Please repost if you have ever experienced or are experiencing the budding beginnings of puppy love
Please comment! I love to read any thoughts you have on my poetry or poetry itself as an art! :)

Since I was born
I’ve been a pain
Screaming at all hours
Driving you insane
Drew on your walls
And my mother nearly died
You not only kept your temper
But you even took my side
When the pressure makes it
Hard to breathe
I know you said
You’d be thinkin’ of me
You didn’t give up on me
After a million mistakes
No matter what the cost
You do whatever it takes
I think you’re beautiful
Perfection’s all I see
You have always been
A second mother to me

Please repost as a tribute to them if you are grateful to someone for being basically like a second mother to you and add their First name to the comments section, try to keep it going and see how many names can end up listed.)

I'll start it off:

Jennifer

Tick tock. Tick tock. The sound of a clock, the sound of finger nails on a chalk board adds to the ticking, a sound like rushing air but no breeze enters the chamber and then ringing silence and pitch black darkness cloaks the dim lighting and an atrocious familiar scream issues from below your feet and the lights flicker back on.

How it feels when someone you love is hurting...

and you don't know how bad they were hurting

until it's too late to save them.

Repost if you are one among the few of us who recognizes this feeling.

Some things I've seen
I'll never tell
Memories like
A burning hell
Recollections echo
The words still sting
I feel the piercing
Wound they bring
Remember the way
We lost it all
you shoved me off
Then watched me fall
You don't care anymore
Now that we're through
But even with my hatred
I'd still die for you