A Game for Girls
Life is survival of the prettiest
For girls, at least
Unfortunately for me
I was never good at that game
Always too awkward
Too loud
Too open
Too insecure
I was never skinny
Never blonde
Never wanted
Never confident
I am much too outspoken
To be considered cute
My mouth spews profanities
That take some imagination
My balance is an extinct creature
No one is really sure ever existed
I stumble and fall
Tripping over my own insecurities
And desires to please others
I am too small to be seen
Too obnoxious to be ignored
I am pretty
By no means
Life is survival of the prettiest
And damn
I sure suck at this game
