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Kiahlee Jun 2018
When you said I was beautiful.
I fell apart.
The wall I had built around my heart.
Started to crack and then it crumbled.
I closed my eyes to keep back the tears.
That had been building up for years.
Suddenly the mask of indifference fell away.
And the tears started to stray.
The pain I felt as you watched the tears stain my cheeks.
I couldn't help but feel so weak.
Your voice was hoarse, 'When you asked what's wrong?'
I stuttered, 'I've tried so hard to stay strong.
But I just can't anymore. No one's ever told me I'm beautiful.
People always utter words that are scornful.
But you were able to look past my flaws.' Then I paused.
You looked in my eyes and held my hand.
And told me the sweetest words I ever heard.
" From the moment I set eyes on you and fell in love with your eyes. Then I got to know you and fell for your personality. But when I saw your flaws. I realized how perfectly imperfect you're. And from that moment I knew you were the one."
I wish a boy would be this honest.
Alexis K Jun 2018
We all have baggage
We all have hate
We All bleed red
Yet we all discriminate

We all have bodies
We all have a different color and size
Yet We have a "perfect" body
That we all buy

We don't all have money
We don't all have fame
Yet this is what we all base it off of
Your status or you name
Shaxy May 2018
We're inadequate
and imperfect souls seeking
Love in a flawed world
Remember, we are all not perfect in this beautiful and flawed world.

Your imperfections require another missing piece of imperfections. Which could only be found in another soul, and that's when you meet your "soulmate". And bam, you two will be a perfect pair.
Awtumn May 2018
You think I'm perfect.
I know that I'm not.
I hope you're starting to see it too.
Can you see them now,
All my demons and monsters?
They're a little shy,
So they hide at first.
But every so often,
I get into a fight
With my parents
Or sometimes a friend,
And those ugly little things
Make their first appearance.
They hold my heart captive,
Use it to control my mind.
They tear me to shreds,
And I let them.
Because if I don't,
They'll find a new victim.
And I'd rather they hurt me,
Than someone I love.
Amanda Kay Burke May 2018
Nothing is perfect
I disagree. Your flaws are
Imperfect for me.
When you meet the one your strengths and weaknesses, similarities and differences, and energies balance in a special kind of harmo y that makes everything  about them (good or bad) seem perfect.
alexa May 2018
i'm sorry that i couldn't save you, save myself.
i'm sorry that i'm imperfect.
i'm sorry that i'm negative.
i'm sorry that i'm not you.
i'm sorry that i'm me.
i've been listening to what people say and think for so long that i don't know how to stop doing it.
this poem is for all of you who do the same <3
Lily Apr 2018
Was the foundation not good enough,
The make-up not strong enough,
To hide what I’d been going through?
Were the bruises too large,
The cuts too deep,
To ever possibly conceal?
Was my mask of happiness too thin,
My cheerful voice too fake,
To convince them of my stability?
I knew it was all for naught,
Yet I hoped I could stay strong.
I knew nothing would protect me,
From this world where I don’t belong.
Their accusing looks, their quiet gasps,
Were enough to tell me what their hearts contained.
I’m broken, imperfect, and selfish;
And they knew.
Pure Bliss Apr 2018
I don’t understand,
What I can’t stand
Is you on the line
Of being blind,
Because what you can’t see
Is what I take a knee for
Because you’re a ***** for attention,
But what about the people who have depression,
Where’s their attention,
We’re filled regression,
But no retention,

I can’t stand it when you put me down,
Because all I see are frowns,
Because of the clown you are,
I wish i was far,
Far from you,
Because you’re not true,
True to me or you,

I can’t take my life,
Because I have to live with the strife,
Strife of pain without gain,
Glory with no story,
But the reason I’m still alive,
Is not because of you,
But because you know who,
My sister,
She’s leaves me a blister,
A blister of the mighty love,
Which you have none of,
Sorry, but that’s just how it is honey!
Natasha Apr 2018
Guy One liked thick girls.
But I didn’t have curves so I started
Doing squats
Lunges
Barbells
When I would take a picture I would cringe
At the flatness of my ***
The thinness of my thighs
The sparseness of my arms.

Guy Two liked skinny girls.
And I had gained some weight so I started
Eating less
Running the treadmill
Pretending drinks were meals
I would stare at the toilet bowl and cringe
At the rolls in my stomach
The bulge above my jean hem
The loose skin below my chin.

I like strong girls
Who look in the mirror and smile
At their curves and dips
The stretch marks and bones
The freckles, the dark circles, the dry patches–

My body is a sanctuary
And if you don’t like it
Then *******.
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