Smaller waist,
Bigger chest,
Whiter teeth,
Well dressed.
Clear face,
Smooth hair,
Cute laugh,
Don't swear.
Round butt,
Small nose,
Full lips,
Expensive clothes.
That is perfect apparently,
At least according to the magazines.
They tell you to be this way,
To reel you in,
To make you pay.
Those girls you see,
Are drowning in photoshop,
And what is happening,
Needs to stop.
But that won't happen,
So you need to be wise,
And realize their in disguise.
These girls have insecurities too,
They want to be perfect,
Just like you.
But what is perfect anyways,
It's an opinionated word,
A varying phrase.
So here let me help,
I'll tell you what to do,
Look in the mirror,
Perfect is staring back at you.
And here's the funny part,
You didn't have a single, fucking clue.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Lonely
PoetrySometimes I need ways to express my feelings and I do this through poetry. I am not at all the best poet in the world (not even close) but I just thought I would share them with you. Stay beautiful.
