You see a girl with a smile.
I see a girl judging the way she smiles,
judging every single inch of her features.
You see a girl wearing shorts.
I see a girl fitting her fat self into shorts,
and asking herself how could anyone love her if she has fat thighs.
You hear a girl call herself ugly,
thinking she just wants compliments.
I hear the girl call herself ugly,
and I know she really doesn't think of herself pretty at all.
What you also don't realize is that girl is me.
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The Poems of a Hopeless Romantic
PoetryThese are poems, thoughts, and feelings of mine. You might even be able to relate so....yeah.