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 



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