I used to hope and dream
to be like those girls
who wake up perfect
from toe to curl.
But why don't you see
the person I am
instead of only wishing
I would be like them?
Every time I open
my eyes from their rest
a tear makes its way
from cheek to chest.
Because what I see
is not what I dreamt
and I know I won't be
even close to that perfect!
Why don't you see
Who I really am
and let me be
the person I can?
January 5th, 2006
Sunday, January 17, 2010
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