Surviving | In The Life Of An Author

How I See | Feelings Poem

Don't tell me I'm perfect,
Don't tell me I'm pretty,
Don't tell me who or how I am
I can see myself for who I am,
The girl everyone actually hates,
The girl who forgives to much,
The girl who is just there.

Call me perfect
I'm not and never will be
Because yeah I smile
But that's to hide my pain,
If you looked into my soul
You'd see I'm broken
And just there to fix everyone else,
I put everyone first
And when I finally get something
It disappears before my eyes. 

Call me pretty
I'm not
I'm just a trash can,
My eyes just show how broken I am,
My smile is a cover up most of the time
So that no one will think something's wrong,
I'm average height
But have an ugly body
Put that with my personality
Guess you'll just continue walking.

This is me
A ugly,
Imperfect girl
With a shitty personality.

I forgive and try to fix
Things when there broken
But can't even fix myself
Because I'm in need of someone to fix me
As I fix them up as well.

The ones close are never there
I'm always alone,
So it makes sense that
No one would stay,
They'll leave and I'll be here again
Alone
As my ugly imperfect
Self.