My shell

Constantly overlooked
as a great possibility
judged by my shell
its not how it's meant to be

look past my exterior
to really know me
find out who i am
and not what i'm meant to be

look past all the shallow girls
with their skimpy clothes
and you will find me
standing on my own

waiting to be found
by a real person
who cares, about what's on the inside
and not about my clothes