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I hate how pretty

You try to sit

Chin up

Stomach in.

I become vulgar

When you’re in site.

My fat thighs

Horse face.

My eyes wonder

From girl

To mirror

To door.

I need to make my exit,

Before you see me

And try to make conversation.

I hate how pretty you are.

Your voice

Your vain modesty.

I am the gargoyle,

And everyone always loved you.

My eyes wonder

From girl

To mirror

To door.

I have to make my exit.

My hot feet

Barely touch the floor.