• Them

    Here I am.
    Stuck in between the two girls I envy the most.
    Their smiles are not perfect.
    Their hair isn't the greatest.
    But they have so much more.
    A style of their own.
    But so different from one another.
    A path.
    A father.
    A mother.
    Emotion.
    I chew over my plainess.
    Compared to them I'm.....
    They say the right things. Feel the right things.
    They're whole.
    They reach out with fearless hands.
    How brave.
    My fake laugh is incorrigible against their melody.
    It echoes through me.
    Trying to find some objective.
    But falls short.
    I stare out into the distance trying to close my mind.
    They don't no what they have.