Shitty teenage poems filled with angst

I am

My glasses are too big for my face,
my teeth aren't perfectly straight,
and I spend too much time comparing
myself to girls on the internet.

Depending on who you ask I'm, too tall
too short, too loud, too much,
or just not enough.

Yet I am the flowers I braid into
my hair, the coffee I drink every morning,
and the worn out shoes I refuse to replace.

I have to get to reach a consensus on
what I really am. I am a million and one
intangible and tangible things,
all at once.
And I think it's beautiful.