And once again, I am the girl.
The girl with the disease.
The girl with the disease only males can catch
but many females fear my disease.
And once again, I struggle through my recovery.
My recovery that takes determination I don't have.
Determination stolen by insults.
Ugly.
Loser.
Stares and remarks from the nonchalant blonde.
The false friends.
And once again, they are who they are.
Empty-hearted and beautiful.
The soon-to-be socialites.
Or the wanting.
Coughing up insecurities while they make jokes, point, and laugh.
And my "disease" it takes all I have until once again...
I have nothing.
The fishermen who real us in.
Real me in.
Throw me back.
Rejection of the fishes.
For we are the diseased.
For we are who we are.
For we are the ugly.
The unwanted fishes.
Lies! Insults! Hate!
Laughter.
The fishes laugh...
The fishes swim away from your bait.
We swim away...