I got a new sweater today Men's section Of a cheap department store It's too big on me Fits like drapery Concealing my form That's the only thing I want to do anymore
I don't fit in clothes Like I don't fit with girls Too big, too bustless Their sweaters hug my body In all the wrong places
But I'm too small for boys Too young Too restless With messy girly hair And a slim doe's neck I am not enough for them I cannot fill their shoes
So I bury myself In a baggy sweater Drowning myself In insecurities Hoping no one will look closer Find out what's beneath these clothes Beneath this skin Beneath "me"
Clothes are like metaphors *insert The Fault In Our Stars quote*.