A waste of space;

I walk down the street,
And ache for someone to look at me with intention,
But it's the last thing they feel, attraction.
Already, only at 15, I am defeat.

No one stares,
No one cares,
They only cringe at my face,
I don't belong in this place.

Why did god sculpt me like this?
Why must I face a life sentence of never experiencing bliss?
The only thing he got right is my waist,
But nobody sees it,
As it hides under layers of clothes,
I am just a waste of space.
Who will die without a kiss!