Actually there is something quite nice
About being invisible,
About not being particularly pretty
Or attractive.
People will like you for who you are
And those people are your friends
There is nothing false in these friendships.
There is less unwanted attention,
You are no threat to anyone,
You can, if it please you,
Orchestrate events without suspicion.
In being a nobody
You have to make yourself a somebody,
You have to make yourself enough
And this is an advantage
We have over the beautiful.
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Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}
