I might not have
the perfect smile.
I might not have
the perfect teeth.
I might not be the
skinniest person out there.
I might not be the
most beautiful human being.
I might not be the perfect person
and that's okay, because no one is
perfect.
We all have flaws.
Some are good at hiding them,
some are not.
The thing is,
you have to come to know that you are
special
unique
and beautiful
in your own ways.
I've learned that being negative
doesn't do anything
but make matters worse.
Being negative
doesn't really get you anywhere.
You become mopey
You don't ever feel good enough
about yourself or
about anything.
Change that problem,
I guarantee
that you will feel
so much better afterwards
but you will never achieve
if you keep it with you.
Let it go.
Just, let it go.
No matter how hard it is to forget.
Turn that negative attitude
into a positive attitude.
If I can do it,
you can do it.
I believe
that you will accomplish it
someday at sometime.
Whether you want to
or not,
just try.
Also think,
no one is making you feel that way
but yourself.
See the difference,
**feel the difference.

Nothing I do is perfect, and that's what terrifies me.
I stare and stare at the crooked lines and microscopic germs,
not able to be seen under the naked eye.

My room intimidates me to the extent in which I'm afraid to enter.
The mess is obscure, chipped paint off the walls and pencils thrown to the sides in utter frustration.
I can't focus when what I'm doing isn't exact.

Math causes me to panic.
Not because of the algebraic expressions, but because of the erase marks that always litter the paper afterwords that never seem to hide.
They're always there, showing off how horrid my handwriting looks.

The idea of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder makes me want to scurry.
I know I'm a living example of it, and I know how nerve-wracking it is being around me.
Because everything needs to reach my standards, and nothing ever does.

Maybe I’ll
Let a man take me on a date.
Maybe I’ll
Tell him to drive slow, just so I’d get home late.
And maybe I’ll, maybe I’ll give in to just one kiss,
On imperfect lips.
‘Cause nothing is perfect if,
I’m not by you.

Maybe I’ll
Admit to falling hard for you.
Maybe I’ll
Tell you that I know, the truth about you, too.
And maybe I’ll, maybe I’ll let go of getting caught,
In all of your distraught.
But nothing is perfect if,
I’m not by you.

Maybe I’ll, maybe I’ll, maybe I’ll
Get called right back to you.
And maybe I’ll, maybe I will sing
And keep to my heart true.
I need to run from you.

Maybe I’ll
Go back to a me that’s free.
Maybe I’ll
Tell myself to forget, the feeling of your arms around me.
And maybe I’ll, maybe I’ll move on.
Or maybe I won’t.
‘Cause nothing is perfect if,
I’m not by you.

I am nothing.

I tried to think
of a clever metaphor
To compare myself to
An amusing analogy, a simple simile;
Am I an ocean or a tree?
A storm or an endless galaxy?

I go round and round in this
desperate chase to
Define myself
Know who I am and wear it like a badge of honour
But
After years of searching for the perfect definition I chose
Not to.
I am undefinable.
The very definition of "definition"
dictates the necessity of one thing I lack
And that is constance
I am ever-changing
And that is about the only 'definite' thing in me

So if you ask me what I am
A smile will dance on my lips and
A shrug will lift my shoulders
Because for now I think
I found my answer
I am nothing
And
That
Makes
Me
*Everything

Yes I'm smiling
But
Deep down Im crying

”Life is like a horizon and we are just like that bird, who madly chases that one fancied point where the sky kisses the ocean; and even after a hard try, wonders why he still couldn't reach up to that point. Only to realize, the horizon is mere a deceiving illusion, and the fancied point does not exist. But alas! The bird has already lost and there is no way back or forth.”

Sometimes scars need to be rubbed raw before they heal
         Sometimes cries need to be silenced before they are heard
                   Sometimes rights need to happen because there are too many wrongs
                             And sometimes you need to be good to yourself to remind yourself that you're not evil

Nobody knows.