"****"
You do not define me.
"Stupid"
You don't define me.
"Annoying"
You do not define me.
"Nothing"
Then again maybe you do
And I guess, just a thought, maybe those girls do too
the picture perfect profile portraits
cut-out magazine faces on stick thin bodies
Created from an endless succession of perfect genetics
That came from that one person god decided to make a little less like us and a little more like him
Physical masterpieces
captured on an application for spreading happiness when all they really spread is exclusiveness and jealousy
Yes I see your friends
And the group that you'll always belong with
My search for a place never ends
Because the picture always crops a little too small
A little too thin
And there's a little too much of me to be a part of your solace
I'm out out of sight out of mind
In the picture but taken out of the frame
Removed from thoughts
And blurred from memories
You know there's a lot to say
About how you can just erase me
Like some sort of half hearted sketch on ricepaper
Crumpled so easily to be made so puny
Relevance is beauty