So I'm stupid? You know, I'm not naive. I know I'm on the edge of the crowd, The end of the line, The arm of the couch. When there's 13 people, There's me-- The sore, aching thumb. I feel like my ribcage would collapse if my pride didn't overwhelm me. No one notices anymore, And my hope keeps shrinking In a desperate struggle With the pretty, interesting, Smart girls. And here I am, so fucking stupid. Hell no, I'm not naive.
Reason for writing:
Every bitch named Amy I have ever met has made me feel this way.
Birth sign: Pisces
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