Me

Have you ever sat in front of a mirror and looked at your imperfections, knowing that you

could make some corrections?

I sit and wonder why me.

Look lord, can’t you see?

I’m unhappy.

I think that I will always be 2nd best.

Not 1st out of all the rest. I feel ugly and alone, and maybe even big boned but its all

about what people see.

They could care less that you love me.

No one will know I make A’s and B’s.

All I wanted was to be happy – satisfied with the way I look and the way I live, but I feel

the will always look at me as unsatisfactory.

They say be likes me but I know its not true.

Someone check his fever cause he must have the flue.

They say that my heart is the color blue cause same one broke it into two.

They say its better to have loved then not loved at all.

Well, does it help if I tell you that peoples’ hearts are too small.

Chelsea, I feel is all I need.

She is the best company.

I love her to dearth, as you can see.

She may be a bitch but not as far as I can see.

They say love comes in all shapes and sizes.

Well, mine’s in a box on my 2nd grade prizes.

Sometimes I’ll attempt to open it but then I shut it, not to provoke it.

My love has not yet arrived but I’ll sit in front of my mirror and cry for help to survive.