I know I'm pretty
At least just enough to be looked at
I know I'm desired
At least enough that people trail their eyes along my body
I know I'm cute
At least just enough to be smiled at
I know I've got a good body
At least enough that I feel alright
I know I don't look bad
But still sometimes when I lay in bed
My mind is filled with all those things
With all those insecurities I have
My stomach
It could be flatter
My face
It could be cleaner
My arms
They could be bigger
Suddenly everything on me needs a change
Except my mind
Even though my mind is the reason
The reason why I start doubting myself
Doubting my looks over my personality
I know I'm beautiful
Inside and out
But in those doubtful moments
It's not my body that need to be changed
In those very moments
It's my mind that needs to be twisted
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Poems of a Teen
PoetrySo here I am. I've been trying to write poetry for a while now and currently I'm at a point in life where I think about publishing it somewhere. So why shouldn't I publish it on Wattpad? If you're interested in getting to know my mind a bit then le...
