What a shame

Lost in anarchy

to save her vanity, 

What a shame

no one saw

the outlaw.

The asymmetric teeth

(who cared what lay underneath)

the frizzy hair

(but no questionnaire)

as no one saw 

the girl who was the eye sore.

Concrete visions

of joyful ambitions,

yet halfway mediocre.

What a shame

no one saw

the girl on the see-saw.

Invisibility,

ultimately, her enemy.

What a shame

no one saw

the beauty of this girl's galore.

Lost in silent abhorrence 

of twisted contortions,

What a shame

no one saw this girl's chainsaw.