I'm not perfect, you know that right?

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There she is.

So fragile, frail even. They look at her. "Little", they comment. "Cute"," adorable", the boys tell her. "Pretty", sometimes the other girls will say.
She walks down the hallways, through the blacktop, passing by, and then.

"You're stupid.", "What's wrong with you?", "You're not normal.",
Bullying it is, but this isn't about that. This where it hurts, where you think this matters.

She cries, and cries. 

'Alesana it's okay, no one is perfect'

No I know no one is, but why does everyone expect perfection. I don't have a perfect family, I can't relate to other girls. I'm the odd one out.

From elementary, being teased on Father's day, being left out on fun activities like making small gifts. Only cause I don't have a dad.

Giving it to my mom as an extra Mother's day gift. Having girls surround me, telling me my crush doesn't like me, because he likes the 'prettier' girl.

Causing insecurities, making me feel bad about myself.

It follows me, for the longest, and it's just here to stay.

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