geek the girl
May. 16th, 2001 09:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I am not a pretty girl.
On good days, I'm passingly cute.
I get in these moods, where I feel rancid and
disgusting. A virus to infect everything around
me. Filth oozes from my skin and I can't bear
to face my reflection.
I want to be beautiful.
It's worse on nights like this. I see people,
watch the lines of their bodies, the curve
of an angel's jaw. I don't feel fit to stand
next to them, to even be in the same room. Let
alone be seen out in public with them.
It shames me and I continue to hide. I constantly
hold myself up to other's faces, only to be found
constantly lacking.
I want to be full of light.
On good days, I'm passingly cute.
I get in these moods, where I feel rancid and
disgusting. A virus to infect everything around
me. Filth oozes from my skin and I can't bear
to face my reflection.
I want to be beautiful.
It's worse on nights like this. I see people,
watch the lines of their bodies, the curve
of an angel's jaw. I don't feel fit to stand
next to them, to even be in the same room. Let
alone be seen out in public with them.
It shames me and I continue to hide. I constantly
hold myself up to other's faces, only to be found
constantly lacking.
I want to be full of light.
(no subject)
I think you look stunning.
Hell, when we go out together, I'm always the one feeling like a bum.
(no subject)
to me. Truly. And if I read what you wrote
one more time, I'm going to start crying.
And well, we can't have that, now can we?