The eyes of society lay on me,
I feel judged, ridiculed even.
They will lay eyes on the “prettier” ones,
Yet, I’m considered the mediocre one.
The second option.
The option that comes after the rejection of the one they do want.
I am not that one.
So I try to be,
The loud, outgoing one,
The one that pushes herself in the conversation,
because she knew if she...