How I wish to be Flawless
It’s not about the skin tight dress or sky high heels,
It’s not even about how that silly boy makes you feel.
When I wake up in the morning,
My hair’s a mess, acne all over, and that breath comes out with no warning.
Oh how I wish to be flawless.
I see her on insta with everything on point,
360 likes and 20 heart-eye emoji comments,
Then there’s that picture...of her holding a joint,
And suddenly she has triple the comments.
Oh how I wish to be flawless.
Then I think to myself what does this all even mean?
How would this ever completely define me?
There’s so much more to a beautiful soul that is waiting to be seen,
Looks can only last so long, while true beauty lies within me.
Oh how I AM FLAWLESS.
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