Sometimes I wish I was the perfect girl...
Good looks, long hair, gorgeous smile.
Anyone would want to date and be friends with,
Except for having this bold body, short hair.
I hear it takes years to build reputation,
Just one mistake to ruin it.
Society decides to go against you,
Making you feel like the worthless one.
What if I was living that life I want?
Would I actually have friends or they're fake?
Would mg personality be great or nay?
Would people be out of my way or I be invisible?
It sucks to be invisible.
The crucial hardships and heartbreaks,
The struggle to find yourself,
The never ending pain,
It all takes a nasty effect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem