Girls Like Me
Girls like me..
We grow up on the outside looking in.
Begging, pleading, hoping that there is somewhere we’ll fit in.
Girls like me..
Don’t get the magical ending.
With big white houses and picket fences.
No one looks at us with envy,
And we wonder.
Is there something wrong with me?
Is there something I should be doing different?
Because the girls we see in the media that don’t have scars.
They don’t have stray hairs, or stretch marks.
But look closely and their eyes are hollow.
There’s nothing there,
they know nobody cares.
The only purpose they serve in this world is to be pleasurable to the eye.
To be the prize for some guy.
But still.
Theres girls like me.
The outside looking in,
Wondering when
It will be our turn.
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