smiling
i was made smiling
enamel chippin off the tombstones
of my teeth
pouting
turning slightly tangerine
when you pinch
my bottom
silent
i was made silent
feelings mixed up inside me
not one has found
a way out my
mouth
standoffish
not because i think im better
because i did not at all fit
in
i was made this way
if you don’t like me
so what? it’s who i am
and i don’t like you
neither