if I was a bird
then I would fly away
to see the day
when I can finally leave
this horrid place
we call earth
if I was cool
i could keep my head high
without a care
without a doubt
without a pout
if I was pretty
i could wear anything
i wouldn't have to worry
but then again
if I were these things
I wouldn't be me.
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imperfect .
Poetrywe all have our ups and downs. this is meant for those times in the "down" moments. • • • • • im·per·fect imˈpərfəkt/ adjective not perfect; faulty or incomplete. • • • • • if you know me I honestly prefer you not read this like I will hate myself s...
