“Mine”
Here I am confessing
My journals quite depressing
My nose is too big
My lips are too small
and it’s really quite distressing
I kick in my sleep
My legs are too short
I\'m a bit of a creep
And I can’t play a sport
I trip when I walk
I don’t really talk
I like to roll but I never really rock
I pretend I’m so cool
But get bad grades in school
I put up defenses
And become oh so cruel
I take meds for a reason
And I hate the cold season
I mess up the joke
And consider it treason
But I’m quick with a smile
No matter what time of day
And I’m not that perfect
But you love me anyway.