Refuge

Stopping dead in front of the store
I hear their laughter like a roar
A torrent of humiliation
Trembling I secede to salvation

Seeking refuge in my car
Tending to my festering scars
The battle within my mind ensues
As the scene around me fades to foggy hues

I don't have the flawless, unblemished skin
Or the hair precise and perfectly trimmed
I don't boast that California tan
Or plumped lips to catch the eye of a man

My legs do not go on forever
And my figure is not as light as a feather
My breasts do not protrude enough
I suppose I'll never have the right stuff

I'm not outgoing or convivial
I can't gossip and act cynical
Seems I've lost all confidence
I've no self worth and I'll never fit in

A knock on the window renews my vigilance
From a kind hearted fellow with a concerned grin
"Can I help you miss, have you lost your way?"
I reply, "I'm alright, but I'd appreciate your stay."

The fire of my heart has been fueled
For the first time in a long time, I'm on my way to being healed
Though I might not be the "model picture perfect girl"
Perhaps I'll start my own unprecedented trend
I might as well give it a whirl