The lunch table blaring with laughter
My eyes filling with tears
The lump in my throat deepens
A growing pound begins in my ears
Not one person sees how I'm feeling
Not a soul knows what I go through
The only thing I know for sure
Is the sadness I feel when I look at you

It is not right
wait longer.

You know when you're getting old.
When you realize the generations after you are stupid
and the generations before you were right.

It's a real shame
that to be noticed
you have to have beauty

beauty is just a noun

why can't we embrace the adjectives?
strange, unusual, different, unique
because 'real' beauty isn't about perfection
it's about those adjectives
who make you, you.