In a Garden of Dresses, I Am the Thorn

Do you Think They noticed me? I mean I noticed Them Perfectly Perfect The epitome Of beauty Without lifting a finger Their skin As clear As my delusions Why did I Pick This dress? How did I Walk out of the house With the smile of “I look pretty”? They must think This bow in my hair Looks idiotic Plus the Holding my sweater In front of me To hide My not Spindly frame Do you Think They noticed me? I mean How could I Not notice them? Their plates Were never Full So I Overflowed a napkin And made sure to throw it away Or cleaned up My lipstick in the bathroom a few times If I did cave in If I left now Do you think They’ll notice me? Like Leave And not say anything? They definitely wouldn’t Notice me Then