Thoughts

I'm not that pretty I would have to say,
My hair is sometimes so greasy that I have to wash it twice a day.
I have bad split ends,
And not to many close, close friends.
My figure is not small.
Nor am I lean and tall.
My stress level can be high
And I have to admit I do sometimes lie.
My confidence can be shattered,
Easily tattered and Battered.
Inside I feel pain
And a lot of times I can be vain.
I have flaws like everyone else does.
No one ever seems to know why, maybe just because.
We are all human inside and out
I know I am not perfect without a doubt,
But maybe I can choose my words more carefully,
And some how let everyone see
This great, terrific person inside of me.

[This poem is old, But it is about looking past the imperfections in a person and seeing the good. I hope you like it. Comment Please]