I'm Sorry (Poem by Me)
I'm sorry I'm not her The girl you wish I was The one you tell me I am But we both know I'm not even close My hair isn't the way you like it Nor are my eyes My smile isn't pretty and tears come too easy You tell me I'm the best thing coming The real sentance forming in your head; "I'm the next best thing" You tell me you don't deserve me Thinking I don't deserve you I see the looks you give the other girls The ones that are pretty The looks you never give me So I cut and I starve And hope that one day One day I'll be as pretty as them As pretty as the girl you wish I was The girl you know will never be me.
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