Look At Me
She wears a zip up hoodie.
Her jeans slung low on hips
That seductively sways as she walks.
A few layered shirts hug her form.
Her shoes are expensive,
And match a belt wrapped around her waist.
A necklace, large and shiny hangs low on her chest.
Look at me, her body says.
Her hair is long and straight.
Streaked with many colors.
Her makeup applied heavy around her eyes
Giving the illusion they are wide open.
Her smile is perfect and her lips are full.
She laughs and everyone laughs with her.
She is surrounded by popular people.
All dressed as clones.
She screams out, look at me!
Her beauty gives her comfort. For it is all she has.
Inside she feels ugly, unloved and worthless.
She makes herself bleed to ease the pain.
Open your eyes and look beyond the shell
Between the clothes and the beauty.
Somewhere in the middle you will find her.
She is on your right and to your left.
She is our generation.

