Longing for beauty
To fit society’s norms
To be accepted
Never included
Always watching from afar
Secretly wishing
Far from a size two
No matter how much she starved
With little success
Hair is too frizzy
Atop her face that’s too round
And nose that’s too long
Silently passing
Begging for them to notice
To be thought pretty
But no one looked up
A silent wind passing by
Openly hidden
Town apart inside
Her heart aches for their friendship
No matter how fake.













