They tell me it's okay to be tall
Not too tall, but height is okay
Not bad to look down on my other girl friends
What does an extra inch matter?
They tell me freckles are cute
Adds innocence to my face
Count the dots sprinkled above my cheeks
Why should some little spots matter?
They tell me that dark eyes are stunning
Puts mystery into my face
So dark they're almost black
Who isn't intrigued by darkness?
They tell me my features are balanced
Nose and feet aren't all that big
Hands aren't all that boney
How many things could be wrong with a person?
They tell me lies everyday
I know the truth about how my look is out of place
Wrong in so many ways
Where do you think I look, that I wouldn't see?
I tell myself that there's a way out
Don't know if I believe it
I'm no picture of perfection
But when? When will I finally be good enough?
 Alatria · Fri Feb 23, 2007 @ 12:59am · 0 Comments |
