Picture
Day
Oh
god, my hair looks awful.
I
don’t think anyone ever looks good.
Hair
pulled back, sweatshirt, no makeup.
Eww,
I have crazy eyes.
Look
at my smile.
Yuck.
I
look like a boy.
Eighth
grade was the worst.
I
took a picture.
Look
at me.
No,
you can’t see it.
I
think I sneezed.
My
hair looks good, but my face looks bad.
Braces.
Glasses.
This
is what people remember.
Picture
Day is the worst.
~The Basket Case
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