by FE Dec 3 2010
Why do you say I’m perfect?
When I’m perfectly aware I’m not?
You tell me
my eyes shine brighter than the stars,
my lips are softer than rose petals,
my laugh is a happy melody and,
my smile is warmer than sunshine.
But I know,
my eyes are dark, cold and unforgiving,
my lips are chapped and rough,
my laugh is loud and off key and,
my smile is awkward and shy.
So why do you say I’m perfect?
It’s time you accept me as I am,
Or not at all.