There is something to be said
For a hideousness so potent
That mirrors are perhaps an enemy
Or something to be avoided.
There is something to be said
For a self-esteem so insubstantial
Not even the most excessive false bragging
Can repair a single shamble.
There is something to be said
For a weight so displeasing
That the scale can cause a panic attack
Cheats heaving, troubled breathing.
There is something to be said
For a body so scarred
Not even summer can shorten the sleeves
Or remove the stiff collar.
There is something to be said
For a voice so deep yet not quiet
That it jars the ears, scathes the mind
Until it simply remains silent.
There is something to be said
For a boredom so immense
Not life or love or fun
Can spark a sliver of ambition.
There is something to be said
For apathy of so great a measure
That the thought of suicide
Simply requires too much effort.
There is something to be said
For a face makeup cannot beautify
Not even when applied heavily
Does it become pleasing to the eye.
There is something to be said
For a personality like a punch to the gut
That changes constantly yet remains unpleasant
Mimicking every emotion, save love.
There is something to be said
For a complete waste of space and air; see
Not to be around the bush, it's easier to say:
There is something to be said for me.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 8:00 AM UTC
There is something to be said
For a hideousness so potent
That mirrors are perhaps an enemy
Or something to be avoided.
There is something to be said
For a self-esteem so insubstantial
Not even the most excessive false bragging
Can repair a single shamble.
There is something to be said
For a weight so displeasing
That the scale can cause a panic attack
Cheats heaving, troubled breathing.
There is something to be said
For a body so scarred
Not even summer can shorten the sleeves
Or remove the stiff collar.
There is something to be said
For a voice so deep yet not quiet
That it jars the ears, scathes the mind
Until it simply remains silent.
There is something to be said
For a boredom so immense
Not life or love or fun
Can spark a sliver of ambition.
There is something to be said
For apathy of so great a measure
That the thought of suicide
Simply requires too much effort.
There is something to be said
For a face makeup cannot beautify
Not even when applied heavily
Does it become pleasing to the eye.
There is something to be said
For a personality like a punch to the gut
That changes constantly yet remains unpleasant
Mimicking every emotion, save love.
There is something to be said
For a complete waste of space and air; see
Not to be around the bush, it's easier to say:
There is something to be said for me.
