Are we all so focused on
What we see that internal beauty
Cannot redeem the facade?
I sit alone in a place of many, but
They judge what they see. Blinded
By expectation, I am quietly
Removed, lest I should contaminate
Their world. do they care that I
Am loved by many, and choose to
Eat alone? Or do they pity the
Girl in the dark corner.
God forbid!
