i'm not even close,
to what you see,
not pretty as a rose,
nore perfect as the gental sea,
i want to be an angel,
pretty as can be,
with wings of debis,[dUH-BreE]
and still able to be looked at in awe,
wrists are raw,
cuts and scars,
such damage made by a friend,
only who i can depend,
i want to be a bird,
soring the sky,
no worried but to keep dry,
blue feathers,
pretty as can be,
but still not enough,
wish to be flower,
petals so soft,
such a sent to waft,
delicious,
of them all,
victorious,
but thats not me,
not at all,
cant be,
wont be,
never could be,
just the ugly me,
who i will always will be,
Author notes
im NOT pretty...
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Don't Think That Way!
I HATE this poem because I hate how you see yourself this way. You may see yourself this way but I sure as hell don't. I despertly want you ro see you how I see you. To me you are the most colorful bird, the most enchanting lily, the most worshipped god!

