girls

Should I be skinnier? Smaller? Should I be more quiet?

Should I be prettier? More makeup?

How can I change myself?

isn't that what you want? Is that what you want me to say?

To make myself fit your mold, to fit society's mold?

I stand in the mirror wishing I looked more like her,

with her pin straight blonde hair, and her perfect body.

I mean isn't that what every guy wants, a girl like that?

She's not too loud, not too skinny but just skinny enough,

she wears enough makeup but not too much, and she's the perfect height,

she's everyone's dream girl.

So how could I be that? Isn't that what society decided a girl needs to be?

Stick thin and perfect.

So how dare I not be that perfect.

How dare I be me? Is that cruel?

Does it hurt your ego to know that i'm not that perfect?

Does it hurt to open your eyes to reality, the reality where girls aren't the same? 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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