I'm told that my imperfections are what make me beautiful
But how can I feel beautiful when I don't look like other girls
I'm not skinny
I'm not pretty
I don't look good in shorts
Not in dresses
Not even skirts
Hell I can't even figure out my bell bottom situation
I'm not beautiful
My imperfections are not perfect
I hate me
I hate how I look
I hate how I feel in this body I'm forced to call my own
So how am I beautiful
Maybe your just blind
Maybe I am
Maybe I'm being used
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Words Best Left Unsaid
PoetryLet's be honest. Some words are better left unsaid, these..these are my words that shouldn't have been said. Some of these I know are not perfect, but they are mine. My thoughts and pain I have been though, I will not apologize for speaking my truth...
