Outsider
Outsider
Surrounded by friends,
Familiar voices and smiling faces,
I feel like an outsider.
A sea of people buzzing about James Charles,
Makeup tutorials of things I’ll never understand,
Saying “Gucci” and “Tea” and making themselves feel pretty,
Scoffing at the one blank-eyed girl,
Scoffing at the fact that I've never known and will never know,
Scoffing at the fact that I am not like them,
Being myself and slowly destroying my will
Until there’s hardly anything left
Except for crumbling distaste towards myself.