I am my own person
I am sarcastic and mean
I don’t like talking to people
I love the color black
I never wear shorts
I have a belly
I am my own person


You walk down the hallway
Thinking you are your own person
All pinks and whites
All smiles
Showing off your expensive white teeth
Hugs showing pushy affection
Short dresses show off your legs
All lace and belts
Absorbed in false modesty for idolatry
Coats of makeup plaster your face
Nearly invisible to boys
A beautiful masterpiece to girls
A distasteful mask to me
Cleavage hinted above v- necks
Stretched to their limit across your chest
Feet forced into too tall heels
Delicate folds of skin pudge out from the top
Legs wobbling and crippling as you walk
Thinking that you’re beautiful
Erotic aphrodisia in every way
Doing everything to keep glances on you
Flipping your perfectly hair sprayed curls
Fluttering your coated eyelashes
Thriving on the hungry stares that follow you
A smug, seductive smile cemented on your face

You see Me
I see You
We are walking towards each other
You decide to grace me with the faintest glance from you
We lock eyes
Judgment Begins

You see a freak
Undesirable in every way
Clothes clinging in all the wrong places
Barely a hint of makeup
Flat, grungy converse
A disgusting, cold-hearted b****

I see a wannabe
All gaudy and flashy
Acting older than you are
Presenting your immaturity
A preppy, stuck up floozy

Our eyes have only been connected for a few seconds
But in those seconds
World War X passed, a silent cacophony
We continue walking past one another
Simultaneously breaking eye contact
Both of us leaving with very opinionated thoughts
Never having said one word to each other.