I'm not perfect
I'm not happy enough
tall enough,
skinny enough,
popular enough.
I'm not the girl that everyone wants to be.
Where they wish they had my life.
I don't have the right clothes,
friends,
shoes,
or make-up
I don't have enough money,
cars,
dreams.
Why can't you just accept me for who I am,
and stop asking for more.
To you, I amy not have the perfect body,
friends,
clothes,
shoes,
make-up
but to me, that's everything I could ever ask for and that's all that matters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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