Sometimes she remembers how to smile
How to laugh
Sometimes she forgets how she looks
But then a realization comes
She is not somebody that can be happy with herself
She is not desired
She is no one's first choice
She goes to the bathroom
Sticks two fingers down her throat
And grasps the seat as if it will save her
Hoping
Wishing
That she was a different person
That she was beautiful
But alas these are just dreams
So she rinses her mouth
Fakes a smile
Until the next time reality hits
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 8:43 PM UTC
Sometimes she remembers how to smile
How to laugh
Sometimes she forgets how she looks
But then a realization comes
She is not somebody that can be happy with herself
She is not desired
She is no one's first choice
She goes to the bathroom
Sticks two fingers down her throat
And grasps the seat as if it will save her
Hoping
Wishing
That she was a different person
That she was beautiful
But alas these are just dreams
So she rinses her mouth
Fakes a smile
Until the next time reality hits
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