I look at myself in the mirror
The long mirror that hangs on my door
I begin and pick and pull every imperfection
I see short
I see stubby
I see flat
I feel plain ugly
Other girls have perfect bodies
They look tall
They look skinny
They look hot
but they're not me
I wish for blue eyes
Pretty blonde hair too
It's what guys look for these days
They look for everything I'm not
When I see an attractive guy
I know I don't have a chance
I'm everything they don't want
I'm short
My stomachs not flat
but my chest and butt are
My face is fat
I have hairy arms
My eyes are two different shades of a brownish green
My teeth are crooked
My hair is frizzy
Todays girls have to be perfect
If you're not perfect you are seen as ugly
I'm not perfect
That means I'm ugly
What if I lost some weight,
then would I be perfect?
What if I dye my hair,
then will I be perfect?
what if I begin to dress skimpy,
that's all the guys want these days
maybe then I would be "perfect"
I dream of being perfect
I want to be perfect
YOU ARE READING
teen thoughts.
PoetryI write poetry when I get bored. it's all just about my thoughts and what goes through my head that I can somewhat put into words.
