Satis facies ne semper veritatem They dance and laugh and yell They mock us other girls who sit at home and write in our notebooks They want us all to be happy When they laugh just as loud behind our backs They sway their hips to psychedelic music Dance with the boys The parties too loud The pretty people too pretentious The sounds of their laughter isn’t much But it’s already lit the room Our insides twirl Embarrassment laces me I look at the handsome face until my eyes screw up and my stomach hurts I can’t feel a thing I’m looking in the mirror now hoping my eyes can show me the way The face burnt into my mind so I can never un-see it Pretty privilege Models move Fat grows Envy sneaks in Parties too loud Privilege too proud My mind like a crowd I can’t cope with the pretty people I hope and hope they’ll go away They yell and laugh and dance I watch from my phone While I sit here and write In the notebook