The Poems of a Hopeless Romantic

The Girl

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.