Love,
It isn’t for me.

It is for perfect people.
People with a beautiful voice.
People with strength in their eyes.
People with perfect bodies.
People with perfect confidence.

I don’t believe in love, well love for me.
I feel unnoticed, in the corner.

I’ve tried standing,
But I’ve never stood out.

People tell me I’m beautiful,
That I have talents and a purpose,
That I am one of a kind…

But aren’t my friends and family supposed to say these things to me?
Do they mean what they say?
I don’t think so.

And I don’t care how I look anymore….