People tell me that I'm out of touch

That my head is stuck up in the clouds

Though my feet are on the ground

Truthfully to me the world is too much

I'm happier with the nerds in the crowd

Buried nose-deep in a book is how I'll be found

Never looking up even when you yell loud

Like a  Beauty without a Beast

When I was younger

I made a plan for my life.

To find a husband or a wife

To have some kids and live happily

But now that I'm older, who would want me?

I've looked at myself in the mirror, I know what they se.e

I feel so skinny, hopelessly pathetic, weak, and overwhelmingly ugly.

Knots in my stomach keep me from eating even when I should be hungr.y

My clothes feel so out of place, and outdated, I can't even hope to dress snappily.


People bump into me

Invisibility; my "superpower"

Their fault but they always expect me

To be the one to have to feel bad and say sorry

Well I'm sorry you had to know pathetic little me.

Though I truthfully hope you have happy holidays and

May all of the presents that you might receive be all the craze

I hope that all your wishes come true, so have a merry Christmas.

From me to you

A restlessness can be found in

A quiet night that felt too loud

Feeling eyes on me with no one around

A cord of darkness seems to bind

Trying to sleep; to sever the ties

Listening to the coyotes howl

Until the sun finally chooses to rise

The littles are on the prowl

Knocking on the door

Fragile knuckles on cold metal

Unable to find warmth

Lacking of any worth

Hidden in the crowd

Alone with everyone around

Someone else wears my crown

Wish I could say I was proud

A sunny day

That's what they see.

A smiling face

As they stare back at me

Children are meant to be seen

But not heard

So then why do I yearn

To simply let loose

And scream

Smoke and mirrors are all

That they really see