I may not be the prettiest girl you know,
The one with the perfect hair and warm smile.
I may not be the most intellectual one,
Who can tell you anything you like.
I almost always don’t dress appropriately,
Sometimes overdone sometimes under.
I don’t always have the right words to say,
And sometimes I surrender,
surrender to love and apathy and hate,
and sometimes i leave things up to fate.
I laugh out loudly,hysterical almost
And Sometimes I leave my room in a mess
And think im being possessed by a ghost.
I cry if I have to and I throw tantrums,
I sometimes hide my feelings ,
To make sure u don’t run,
Run away from me becuase im not that perfect girl,
Who'll always look the right way and do the things you want,
And everytime she speaks i'tll all sound like a song.
So perfect and appropriate that it will steal your heart away,
So much  so that it'll give you a reason to stay.
No, im not her and ill never be,
But atleast with you all im being is me.