Wanna be somebody's "beautiful."

Wanna be someone's "love."

I wanna be the only girl that's on his mind.

But there's no "his."

"Him."

"He."

I wish;

but I'm just this loner stick,

that can be crushed with one letdown.

How weak of me.

I might as well label myself "The Easy Target."

But I'm nobody's "target."

No pair of boyish eyes have ever looked upon me long enough for that.

I do not know what to expect from this world full of millennials,

who are heavily set in their ways and intentions.

My skeleton shakes as if it weren't apart of me, rattling me to go out and discover.

There's nowhere to go.

Why do I still long to be somebody's "beautiful?"