I don't have a thigh gap
My neck doesn't have a necklace or stuff like that
I wasn't born with a silver spoon
I might have feelings way to soon

I like this dude
But I don't know what to do
I wrote him a bunch of poems
I'm friends with his cousin to

But lately I've just been drifted
Thinking I'm crazy
Unworthy of love
Unworthy of his embrace and his touch

No! Wait...
It's not his fault?
It's mine
If only I worked out more often...
If only I wore more open close
Then maybe he'd want to take a dose

It's me you see?

I'm not pretty
She is...
She does what ever she please

And I'm just little odd me
Writing poems daily
In my books like crazy
Someone please change me?