For a second
I thought
Maybe
                      Just maybe

You could be the next
The one to make my heart flutter
But
                      I thought twice

You were just pretending to be nice
In the end you’re all the same
And
                       In the future

I will be sure to look both ways
Before allowing my heart to wonder
Think
                       Just think

*It could’ve been you.

I wait until it's too late,
to stop myself from saying something
that I can't take back.

My favorite parts about myself
Are the metal rods
Protruding from my skin
My nose
My ears
The diamonds            
They sparkle
How is it that I cherish
The things I added
The most
My favorite features are stitched in
Mounted to my skin
For I do not find much beauty
In myself
But my expression of me
Is slowly getting to
Where I need it to be
Decorating my skin
Embellishing myself
Soon I hope to have ink
Streaking my surface
On display
Shards of the inner me
Out where everyone can see
*maybe one day

Misfit
Misprint
I was made completely wrong
I don’t fit the standards
Size or personality wise
I’m wider than average
And less than funny
My personality is strange
My chest is larger than typical range
I can be witty at times
But those are as rare as my rhymes
I’m unloved by most
Angry and angsty even at my best
I love sleep quite a lot
Though it never sets my soul at rest
I’m bursting at the seams within
With dreams of things far out of reach
Craving attention
But not accepting what I get
Always wanting more
But I am told I deserve less
Never good enough for society
But never given a reason why

Mislabeled
*just like everything else