I can feel your eyes
scrolling over me,
every inch on display
for you to judge.

You in your
brand name sweaters,
and hundred dollar jeans.
What makes you so much
better than us?

What makes my face
so much less desirable
than yours,
covered in chemicals and paint?

What makes my music
sound so awful compared
to yours,
playing constantly on the radio?

What makes my personality
so much less agreeable
than yours,
dumbed down and determined to follow.

Down on your knees
before the altar of mainstream culture,
you follow your trends like religion.
Does that give you a higher status
then the rest of us?

Clutch your saccharine fallacies,
because without them,
what would you be?