The girls you see in magazines
don\'t look like me at all
I don\'t have a spotless face,
I\'m not a barbie doll,
I\'m full of imperfections,
I am the girl who\'s always been picked upon,
I laugh like a man
I walk like some fellow.
I don\'t look ravishing,
My lifestyle isn\'t lavishing.
My dresses don\'t suit me
or maybe I style like a boy.
I stumble upon walking
I act like a guy,
I don\'t know how to do my makeup,
I get into fights,
I know how to talk back.
At times I\'m a mess,
For days, I don\'t sleep,
the reason is unknown.
I love to stay in,
I am loud at times,
People call me annoying,
They ask me if I\'m a girl or a boy,
The notion,
of what a beautiful girl should be,
Burdens me.
I\'m full of insecurities, doubts and fears.
All I do is to fight for being what I actually am.
Rather, I am grateful
Passably, I\'m too tired to be tagged as beautiful.