All I Can Afford: Cheap Perfume

Betrayal smells so good on me.
Like the scent was bottled for my body type.
The Fat girl trades her family in for friendship.
So typical.

But, I hate myself in it.
And I shower often with more then soap.
I feel my spoken words as a presence around me.
They make me feel naked,
when all I really like is thick, dark clothes.

And I am so uncomfortable in my skins.
They mark me pale and translucent,
and I see you seeing me,
and I am not that light.

I try to dress it up in my familiar colors
of black on black,
but my words have painted me a chameleon,
and I hate the way I am starting to look like you.
Colorful.

I even smell like you.
Because I have always believed betrayal should leave its mark.
A scent.
That others can follow.