Perfect Girls

by Emma Carnage   Mar 30, 2005


I see the girls walking
With their perfect legs
I see the girls talking
With their perfect lips

Every girl I see
Is more beautiful
Then I look down at me
And I feel so pitiful

Everything about them
Is just so perfect
They’re like a gem
Valuable and flawless

Then I see myself
And feel so ugly
Like I was left on a shelf
And left to rust

Then I see my scars
And I understand
That it’s written in the stars
That I should be like this

Then there’s no more self pity
And I move the hair from my eyes
Because I don’t want to be pretty
I am perfection in faults

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  • 19 years ago

    by Carlee Ann

    Exactly, mon amie. We are all beautiful... It's funny, I wrote a poem about this too! (Cookie Cutter)... crazy.... lol. Well, gtg to a soccer game, ttyl tho!
    Car

  • 19 years ago

    by Emma Carnage

    what? you callin me ugly? (in gangsta voice) i kid. i'm thinkin you're saying that to the perfection in faults.. or however that line went... correct?

  • 19 years ago

    by Carlee Ann

    HECK YES YOU ARE! lol, that was really great. loved it...
    Car

  • 19 years ago

    by eternal rest

    ::gasp:: ::claps:: i wuv it!!!

    .:kelly:.

  • 19 years ago

    by LoÑ£ly♥P!rÄτΣ

    ooh! That was good!! I feel the same way sometimes...and when people feel like that about me. It was a good poem, I could really relate!
    Katie

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