The fact that I am inferior
Is etched into my brain
A weakling in this world,
Just a speck of dust on the windowpane
The other girls beauty
Radiates farther
And the intensity of their
Bleached white teeth
Outshine my metal mouth
It's like the how the colors
of fall leaves
Attract many
But no one enjoys
The simple green chlorophyll
Inside their spring and summer veins.
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 1:15 AM UTC
The fact that I am inferior
Is etched into my brain
A weakling in this world,
Just a speck of dust on the windowpane
The other girls beauty
Radiates farther
And the intensity of their
Bleached white teeth
Outshine my metal mouth
It's like the how the colors
of fall leaves
Attract many
But no one enjoys
The simple green chlorophyll
Inside their spring and summer veins.
