delusive perspicacity

the pretty girls next door
live such bright and loud lives -
they tie their hair back in ponytails,
exposing unpockmarked foreheads and pretty smiles.
but here I am,
hunched frame, sad eyes covered with my bangs “artfully” covering them
thin and pale and malnourished -
so I can feel overgrown,
dust-covered,
and lonely,
the only thing that hasn’t changed,
the only one who watched the world rot away and come back to life.





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