I look at my self and see, all the faults and imperfections there may be.
I try and look for good thought, but only bad ones are brought.
Peoples differences are compared everyday, but we need to be cheery like a suns rays.
The stars seem perfect and glamerous, but if your sad who cares that you fabulous?
We need to be content with who we are, as we are better off by far.
We should be happy with our look, so on our image let's not be hooked.
You need to accept who you are
And not deny what you might be.
No matter what the people you love will always care
And past what they might see
- Author: Any ( Offline)
- Published: March 3rd, 2011 21:17
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