Hi!
I’m pretty
Imperfect
I’m the chipped teacup
The blemishes on your face that never truly disappear
I’m the Breakup
You always remember  
You see
I’m the darkness right before a storm
On that cold, cold December
I’m the broken window during the month of March
The cold air that still creeps under your skin
Even though you’ve hugged yourself with layers of clothes
I’m the pain you feel within
I’m the gap in your teeth
The one you swear ruins your smile
And that’s why you never smile, you see
Because you swear it gives you anxiety once in awhile
I’m imperfect, you see
I’m like the earth
Damaged and full of holes, and hills that go up and down
But you see
I can change myself
I can be anything you want me to be
I can wear different clothes
I can change the style of my hair
I know I have an imperfect nose
Five thousand dollars is a small price to pay
For your definition of beauty
If only it’ll make you stay
That’s everything I hope I never say
As I steal glances of myself in mirrors
As I see all the imperfections in my face
You’ve called out every since you learned the word hate
Hi!
I’m a ****
At least that’s what you’ve heard
It makes me wonder if you have a brain in there
Or just a peanut
Because you allow other people to define me
Unfortunately for you
I’ve been raised ever since birth
That I should never apologize for being myself
And nobody can redefine my worth
You see
I refuse to hate myself
Just because you find it impossible to love yourself
I will always reach for more
Never for less
You see
We were not born to hate each other
And surely you must agree
And in case you haven’t noticed
It’s a lot less work to love
Than to hate
Because while you’re busy finding imperfections
To mock and to make fun of
I will forever love myself
Even in moments of weakness
Because your hatred will never determine my fate
Hi!
I’m human
I make countless mistakes
In this messed up thing we call life
I procrastinate on important things
And hope to someday be a wife
I want the American dream
I’m reaching for it as far as I can
Because each day I daydream
About waking up to the love of my life in a cozy home of my own
And I’m not a Monday person on a Friday
I’m happy and energetic
As if it’s my birthday
I’m forgiving and kind to those who deserve it
And I know this might sound cliche
But I’m the person you can call at 4 a.m
To talk you out of doing something you’ll regret
You see
I’m a friend to all who respect me
You see
I’m a dreamer, a sister, a student, a daughter, a cousin, and a friend
I’m even a liar
I’m a hop-er
Because I always hope for perfect endings
Even in inevitable situations
Because it’s a lot easier to hope for the best
Than to expect the worst
I’m writing this
Simply because there’s something stuck in me
That refuses to be quiet
And no, it cannot be dismissed
Hi!
I’m me
And I will never apologize for being just that