This is for the Rejects

I know I said I'd try not to whine so much about appearance on this any more but I wrote this after talking with a friend yesterday at a party yesterday.

Hello. 

I'm ugly

nice to meet you. 

Don't feel the need

to look at me

too long, it's fine

I don't think you need

or want my name,

Go to talk to my pretty friend. 

This poem 

is for the ones

in the shadows

hidden in the glow 

of beauty

the ones who are looked at

in desperation

a last option

not much attention 

just eyes 

glazed over

with too much drink

This is for the ones 

who are alone

together

we still stand

take my hand

and we will try

to move out of 

the shadows

and in to the light.