To the girl who gives.
For she was never given anything.
To the girl that loves.
For she was never loved.
For the girl that cries.
For she never knew happiness.
To the girl that always smiles.
For she never wanted anyone to knew the pain she was[is] going through.
To the girl that cares.
For she was never cared for.
To the girl that is in the background.
For she never knew the feeling of being on the limelight.
To the girl that was thought to be worth nothing.
For she never was given a chance to show her worth.
To all the girls above and to the ones that can't be categorized.
You're pretty.
You're perfectly imperfect.
You're enough, don't change yourself for others.
YOU ARE READING
Poetic
RandomOf a teenage girl who didn't know how to verbally express her ideas and thoughts.