PRETTIEST POETRY.

Your idea of perfect is a girl with blonde hair. So that's why when you say you like me, I respond with a confused stare. Because I used to get highlights. I hated that my hair got a darker brown, I wished to be blonde, just like I wished my hair would be straight when I wore it down. I used to wish for a lot of things, Like not being a second choice, Like not being afraid of public speaking, Like being more comfortable using my voice, Like always being perfect, Like always being completely okay, Like always giving the benefit of the doubt. But you know what, I'm tired today. Your idea of perfect is someone who looks nothing like me! And she is Absolutely beautiful. But that perfect I will never be. I used to wish to be invisible because I was sick of wishing to be seen. I used to wish to be like the girls whose Aesthetic was always the right kind of "CLEAN". I wished to be wanted for more than just a second in time. Then wished to not be wanted again, Because your idea of perfect is nothing like mine. And I will not Dilute myself to make your drink seem more clear, Easily Digestible, say exactly what you want to hear. Like, "I'm so HONOURED that you want me, I mean what would I have done if your standard of beauty was a competion I mean, I definitely wouldn't have won, So thank you so much really, for giving me just a second of your day. No, honestly, I'm so grateful." Is that what you wanted me to say? Your idea of perfect made me wanna go BLEACH my hair. Until I realised my kind of perfect memories curl routines about me Because he actually cares.