Who said you're good enough? You're not beautiful Well, maybe, if you just tried To walk straight With your hair straight Always smiling Stomach tucked in With your thighs at a safe distance from each other But not far enough for someone to make their way through Why were your legs open? Why was your button open?
Maybe this is why you don't have friends. You have opinions. Why are you seeking God anywhere else but A temple A mosque A church? God says you're beautiful only if He can see you. Maybe that's why you're not beautiful.
No one is looking at you because you're beautiful. They look at you because you're a freak, A circus phenomenon You're on display But in all the wrong ways With your sides hanging And your back in everyone's faces. How dare you impose?
Stop being yourself. **** yourself. Build yourself up. But, don't forget to go through the instruction manual.