U U U
G G G
L L L
Y Y Y
I brush and brush,
picking up the hair
that is falling out.
It doesn't matter,
I am becoming
skinny. Pretty.
He will love me soon, right?
YOU ARE READING
Perfect
PoetryShe has to be perfect, she has to be. she has to. Maybe then, he'll love her. Skinny is pretty, pretty is perfect, pretty girls ...
