Sta.sh
If my voice were sweeter
And my hair were longer
And I was harder, better, faster, stronger
If my feet were smaller
And my body thinner
And I always was a first-place winner
If I were better at singing
And better at sports
Had a prettier smile
And showed tactful support
If I were an athlete
And a brilliant thinker
If I were a dare-devil
And a fearless drinker
If my ankles were slender
And my neck weren't so bulky
And nothing bad happened so I'd never get sulky
If I were a leader
Yet didn't mind being led
And if I were some mythical creature in bed
If I were an angel
So patient and kind
Remembered all the good
And left the bad behind
If I were a hero
Played the saxophone
A champ with a skateboard
And charismatic on the phone
If I were a beauty
And a wiz troubleshooter
And had magical talents with every computer
If I were a princess
Dressed by cartoon birds
And knew the definition of every word
If I could do magic
If my eyes sparkled brighter
If I never got tired
And my muscles were tighter
If I had the perfect body
Not an ounce of fat
The allure of a siren
And the grace of a cat
Would that make you like me?
Would that make me real?
Would I be worth loving?
Would it be a good deal?
If I never made typos
Never tripped or stumbled
If my drawings looked real
And my cakes never crumbled
What more can I do
If I'm trying my best?
You're out of my league
Just like all the rest.
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good poem though
I'd never want you to chance. Being perfect excludes beauty,inner or outer,because being yourself, being unique, being true to you is beauty. And perfection doesn't deal with them. Whatever you feel, you're wonderful,as long as you're you. Being angry just points out what you are,and what you don't want to be. I'll always be proud of you
Very profound.
And thank you so much
You're welcome; it was nothing, really,I just relate to the feeling - a lot. I luv you too!
This piece is great.
Thanks for the fave.
It just has a bad rep...because of what happens to the destroyed stuff. No one thinks about what it does for the destroyer.
I've rarely agreed with her, more.
This is very well written, very cohesive. I totally empathize, too. However, it might take time to realize, but no matter how good you are- you're never good enough for whatever it is you feel too inadequate for.
Y'know?
And remember, if you ever need to just bitch n' rant, I'm only a note away.