an image laid before us
but we see different things
you say its beautiful
i find it repulsing
but you like that sort of girl
and you are that kind of guy
i spiral because i dont why
i can't be someone's type
one of these is not like the others
and i am that one
visceral reactions to the lies you love
i can't help but feel undone
i am not like them
i hate the way they make me feel
i dont feel pretty or ****
sometimes i don't even feel real