Failed attempts at beauty and stating.
Appearance is what defines me as a beingHow may I fit myself into the equation?
Though I was never good at mathI was never really good at being anything.
How much would I have to change
and into whom? What can I do?
How may we state the look
of others? How can I make myself less
unwanted? In the room but only unnoticed.
Grace of a shadow, as I am run over.
All that glitters stuck in the surface.
How I look is what is reflectedFat burned into better becomesAm I any closer? To being like them?
What is the sum of 9 and 11:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.