Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Hello againI smile and sayHe’s changedAnother personaAnother dayHe glances past meNodding his headEscaping to another placeLeaving, I know my cueIt’s like a bad playA triangleI love him, He loves herNo one recognizes each otherBut my heart gets trampled anywayWhat can I say?Tell him I’ve loved himSince they day we met.I sit back, fighting the tearsCursing myselfFor letting in old fears.Watching him, I seeHis cues, when to laughWhen to sighWhen to sit backAnd when to bite.It’s all about sexWho gets whom?Anyone but the fat chickShe could be prettyShe could be smartBut she’s the fat chickUgly on the outsideSo who cares?Tell me why this is so?Why am I ostracized andTold liesJust because I don’t lookLike models on the outside.Beauty gets you everythingHe looks for beauty,Perfection, nothing less.So he wants herEven though she couldn’t care less.Her beauty shinesIt falls around him like a drugWeaving itself around anyoneVanity is who you areWho said you look better, anywayShe offsets your style,Conforms to your imageLosses herself to your powerIf this is you,I’d rather be meThe fat chick people forgetAt least I’m realhave no idea, Written September 10th, 2001 © on Sep 09 2001 08:49 PM PST, Rebecca 0 • 10
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"Hello againI smile and sayHe’s changedAnother personaAnother dayHe glances past meNodding his headEscaping to another placeLeaving, I know my cueIt’s like a bad playA triangleI love him, He loves herNo one recognizes each otherBut my heart gets trampled anywayWhat can I say?Tell him I’ve loved himSince they day we met.I sit back, fighting the tearsCursing myselfFor letting in old fears.Watching him, I seeHis cues, when to laughWhen to sighWhen to sit backAnd when to bite.It’s all about sexWho gets whom?Anyone but the fat chickShe could be prettyShe could be smartBut she’s the fat chickUgly on the outsideSo who cares?Tell me why this is so?Why am I ostracized andTold liesJust because I don’t lookLike models on the outside.Beauty gets you everythingHe looks for beauty,Perfection, nothing less.So he wants herEven though she couldn’t care less.Her beauty shinesIt falls around him like a drugWeaving itself around anyoneVanity is who you areWho said you look better, anywayShe offsets your style,Conforms to your imageLosses herself to your powerIf this is you,I’d rather be meThe fat chick people forgetAt least I’m realhave no idea,..."