dear them,
you know i know your secret.
one of you felt hurt.
i hurt you.
somehow, i'm perfect.
i'm far from it.
miley cyrus' voice once rang out with the words, 'nobody's perfect.'
she sang the truth.
that person was never perfect and took a look at me.
they wanted to be me, because i was pretty.
beauty is nothing more than a stupid image society created.
outer beauty, anyway.
you're beautiful, but you aren't acting like it.
you have a beautiful heart, trust me.
you have outer beauty, too.
trust me on this one.
sincerely,
lana
YOU ARE READING
radio // completed
Short Story"baby, love me, 'cause i'm playin' on the radio. how do you like me now?" ~~~ ©carolyn all rights reserved don't steal that's rude disclaimer: i wrote this in sixth grade. it's bad. you have been warned.
