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Limelight
I don't fit the face
my image can't trace
as the catwalk, divine
will never be mine
as I look down at layers
and avoid the girl's stares
as I walk briskly on
pretending nothing is wrong
I don't fit the image
not with this body I'm stuck with
never pretty or elegant
more like something that's hellsent
as they won't take my looks
and put them in picture books
they'd rather tear out the pages
in their diva queen rages
I don't fit with the scene
I'm too round, not lean
with a bust meant for display
but one that won't make their men stray
as I'm just another plain Jane
they don't have to worry about my name
I'll fade into the background
with little to no sound
I don't fit in with this life
I'm meant for distress and long strife
as I struggle to realise
that the mirror tells no lies
I'm not slender nor gorgeous
I'm just a female best left
somewhere that's not in sight
because I can't steal their limelight.
