Perfect
I've always wondered why I wasn't that
Perfect
I wish I could be that.
I know nobody's perfect
Otherwise the world would be shallow
But sometimes there are people
Who seem perfect.
The people who seem perfect
Affect the people who know they aren't
Because those people are better looking
More talented and more loved than I might be.
I always act like I'm fine with being imperfect
That I love being different
But truth is I don't
I die inside.
There are so many people who are better than me
Better people, better looking and even more talented
It makes me feel like 'what's the point'
Why am I here?
People pretend to like me
Pretend like they care
And yet they like the people who are perfect
More than they care about me.
All my life I've tried to fit in
Tried to be like everyone else
Believed in what I stood against
Just so I could know what it means to be loved.
Popularity means everything in high school
It's so hard to keep it under control
So difficult just to make people believe
That I am fine, that I'm okay.
Yet I could never be the one who can sing
The one who is a champion at sport
The one who can dance like a pro naturally
Or be born to be groomed for success.
I wasn't born with perfect skin
A perfect future
Or a perfect life
I was born as me.
I hate myself
I hate every aspect of myself
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Of Monsters and Men: A Poetry, Short Story and Song Anthology
PoetryOf Monsters and Men is something I've been writing for a good four years, in those four years I suffered from severe depression and strong suicidal thoughts and dealt with it by writing these poems which were deemed very raw and very personal. I th...
