I am "Perfect"

I am
Smart and optimistic
I wonder
How the Pretty ones feel
I cry
Why do i not feel
I see
The the Beautiful ones fail
I want
… no i need to feel as gorgeous as they are
I am
Smart and full ….of not Beauty. but optimism


I pretend
To be popular, they aren't staring because i'm weird, i am Pretty, Right?
I feel
I care about what others don't. I cant fail with an “oh well” i have to succeed…. Without beauty my brains is all i have… although im not enough without pretty
I hold

I Pray
Their hand, praying i don't trip…bump,

They don't let go
I worry
That even if i get in to that school if i will still
Succeed
I cry
Why aren't i a Star, why aren't i perfect
I am
Not gorgeous. But… smart


I understand
I am not perfect
Although
I pretend i am
I dream
Of the day they all look back, proud of me
I try
To be a good person
I hope
That one day i will be good enough
I am
Not. but i can pretend. To be Perfect