I want to be like them,
Dance among them,
And not feel their gaze,
From their judging eyes...

Their world seems so perfect,
At least they feel better than me,
But what will it take for me,
To become everything they are?

My black hair seems so dark,
Next to their bleached locks,
My heavy makeup,
Not like theirs, turquoise...

I want to be as free as them,
Able to laugh at others,
Having confidence in myself,
Being better than anyone else...

I want my greatest worry,
To be if I break a nail,
Not when my past will come back,
And how to cope...

I want to understand the beauty,
In fashion brands and designers,
But I have a feeling I never will,
I will never be one of them...