Sometimes I'm scared,
To look myself in the mirror.
Just one out of place, a single hair,
I think of HER...
The perfect one, beautiful and sweet,
Thin, petite, friends with me.
How could I?
I envy her with full extant.
Maybe I can lie,
Say that she's not perfect.
How can I?
Give such benefit...
I know she's not perfect... but
HER smile that beams,
HER eyes that dream,
HER hair softer that silk,
How can I have the will?
To me, she is the one...
That I dream to become...
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Life
Poetry"Life isn't always what it seems, it's what you feel is your own reality "
