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I have blonde hair,

And big green eyes.

My skin is too pale,

And my breasts too small.

I look like my daddy they say,

And I have my mommy's figure.

My hands are small and dimminutive,

Fingers tipped with black,

And rough with guitar callouses.

My nose is too big,

My lips full and soft.

I hide myself behind the mirrors,

Drape myself in black.

My stomach is flat,

My legs long in size-eight boots.

I still can't quite comprehend

Who this girl is

Or what she's supposed to be.

I write my pomes.

I play my music.

I sing my songs.

I try to fit in

But I'm always the outlier,

And bleed crimson blood like everyone else.

I smoke my cigarettes and dream

Of pretty things I can never have.

I avoid my image like a plague,

But everyday I confront it,

And when I do,

I realize that girl there...

That's me.