Everything happens for a Reason

i'm feeling so wary.

so awful.

so out of place.

so ugly.

why is it i always end up hurting people.

closest or not, i still do.

i can only totally be myself when i'm at home.

shitt. i feel schizophrenic,

like i have an alter ego.

sometimes i really hate mirrors.

when people say looks don't matter.

they are lying through their bare teeth.

like sure, tell me that when i'm like 50 years older

then i'll smile a teethless smile,

my wrinkles crinkling up

and start preaching all the little girls around me.

for now,

i'm not blind to all the double standards.