Disclaimer: this is not how I feel about myself. It is, however, what I think the world is telling us.
Faces
Stare out at me
From windexed windows
Eyes following me as I pass
Staring down at my feet
Avoiding pallid glances
I briskly trot on by
Afraid that those eyes might see
Might comprehend
That I can never
And I am scared
So scared that I cower
Before unseeing eyes
And unresponsive limbs
Of lifeless images
On glossy pages
Flaunting clothes and curves
That I will never have
And because of that
I will never be enough
