My body isn’t perfect.
I don’t walk with confidence.
Some nights I’d rather be by myself than hang out.
I cry over the smallest things sometimes.
There are days that I get through with forced smiles and faked laughs.
I don't have best friends, but i do have an enemy.
Sometimes I try to convince myself that things are okay when they’re not.
I’m not ugly but I’m not beautiful.
I don’t look as good in real life as I do in pictures.
There are some nights that I cry myself to sleep.
I constantly think that I’m not good enough.
I’m imperfect, but I’m perfectly me.
Friday, January 28, 2011
I'm imperfect but i'm perfectly me
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suka ayat nih! :)
ahhha, it feels good right? ;)
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