Everyone's words strike like a knife
All these expectations to change, leaving me stuck in strife.
Am I really ugly?
Or am I perfectly imperfect?
The comments to change
Feels nothing but strange
One moment I'm being myself
The next I'm throwing myself on a shelf
The once funny, crazy, childish person I was
Turned into a teenager with nothing left but a lonely buzz.
The happy child i used to be
Is no longer me.
The little girl my mother used to sing to
Turned into something brand new.
A teenager who does nothing but cry alone.
She's nothing but a clone.
The once confident little girl
Is no longer a pearl
Instead, she's worried about her looks,
The same girl who used to love books.
That young girl who loved everything
Is nothing but, a girl with a broken wing.
The girl that thought she was pretty
Is nothing but pity
The once perfect child
Is nothing but wild
The girl who smiled at strangers
Hides behind a fake face full of dangers.
The once perfect daughter
Fell into the deepest water
The once innocent child
Turned extremely mild
After years the girl turned from perfect to imperfect with just a few words
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my poems
PoesíaHere is a collection of my poems that I hope you will enjoy! Also, take a look at my book titled "Noah and Olivia" - your support would mean a lot to me! Much love, xoxo.
