Flawless Internal Regardless of External
In the morning
I
roll out of bed. I
am
the poster girl for bedhead.
School is next and I am
confident
my crush won't look my way
and
I will fall up the stairs.
The stain
that
my coffee left behind
makes
my white shirt turn to brown.
In class people laugh at
me
as I forget the lines I studied the night before and
as I walk through the halls I watch the
flawless
flow of moments around me.