Magazines tell me how
pretty
I am.
School tells me how
smart
I am.
"Friends" tell me how
funny
I am.
Instructor tells me how
talented
I am.
Can't I just be
me?
With no comparative quality necessary?
Bleh. Don't know why.
- - -
Gonna dedicate this to Kay, my "Rose."
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