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It was the way she dressed
You could have guessed it was a cry
For help for attention, who knows
what went on in her mind.
The little girl in the loud clothes
Ever enthusiastic
A tad bombastic, it was said
Behind closed doors and sheltered mouths
She became a joke
The girl who made us laugh
But who had nothing to offer
Beyond the looks,
The right words as if rehearsed.
It all came undone
When she applied for membership
The human race, a worthy cause
Sought after, the who’s who of society.
Rejection came with a letter
The gold letterhead said it all
Human Race Entry
Rejected.
‘We found your application wanting in so many ways,
You lack substance, purpose
There are others way ahead of you
To put it frankly
We have grown bored with you.’
Stamped and dated,
That was the end,
She gave up, went home
Descended into herself
There at least she found acceptance.
Morpethroad 
Oh Wow…this was so personally relate-able… Well done.
Really great Michael. I love your take on “Liability” by Lorde. She’s not good enough for the girl she loves, for the human race b/c she’s cold, without “substance or purpose” as if she’s a shell not a real human. But at the same time those who reject her are not human b/c they de-humanize her and she’s left outside herself, alone. She’s the only person who accepts herself for her. That’s something at least!
Thank you for participating 🙂
Oh PS, love the picture you chose it’s perfect for the song and your response 🙂
Thank you