Harsh Reality

I'm done with trying,

I'm done with crying.

All I do is get provoked

so, I have begun to see myself as a joke.

You're suppose to love and care.

While you stare at me and compare.

I am not like her,

I am not like them,

I know secretly that is who you prefer.

In your eyes, they are perfect

Well, you did your homework and double checked,

I am incorrect.

I have flaws and they run skin deep.

I try to shine, like the apple of your eye.

But my skin isn't clear enough,

and I slouch while I walk,

my grammar isn't perfect

and my hair can't do all kind of things.

In my own light,

you could say I shine.

I am the apple of my own eye.

I refuse to be refined,

By some qualities that blind.

Reviews

[NoAirToBreatheXSuffocat..]

Wonderful and true, you really have a way of making me feel your emotions, great write.

-Amanda

[zappy]

well writen nice job great flow i liked it