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If there was something I could tell you, I would keep it real. I would tell you this so you would know how I feel
It's a Monday morning and you've got to get up, You're tired, alone, down in the dumps, You want to slep, go out, stay at home, anything cool, Unfortunately, you know you've got to go to school,
Perfection; The most desired thing, The all-consuming and pointless thing, That so many obsess and hurt themselves over.   There are so many things we all want to change,
I'm lost in a world that wants to bring me down
There is a wall up, A wall that no one can see. The wall is what hides me,
Every time I look at her she doesn't fail to impress me  with her flawless skin her long dark hair  glowing smile cute brown eyes  and a real womens body 
Too many voices too many claims trying to fit in by being the same I've got zits I've got creams I've got obstacles to my dreams I get down About my small size
Growing up, I hate myself. Every time I looked in the mirror, my eyes would pierce into my soul with a hate that I thought would kill me in and of itself.
My voice can move a moutain,
Everyday I can look in the mirror and I can pick out an imperfection. Everyday they say I'm not pretty enough, not skinny enough, not smart enough.
Flawless is a measure of bless  But to be bless you must be more And if you are more than you cannot be less  Compounded perfection lined in every bodily pore  
You're tellingus -No, you're tellingme.  You're telling us indivicually. 
I'm not just who you say I am,I worked hard to get where I am today.It took everything I had to just get out of bed to face difficulties.You laugh now but I am serious.
Why do girls spend sixty minutes on their make-up when they can spend five Make-up doesn't define who you are Your words and your actions Those define you because those words mean a million more
Age 13, my face was full of blemishes. Age 14, I had to get glasses. Age 15, I wanted perfect skin. Age 16, I screamed, "Screw perfection!".
Who am I? Am I the mistakes I made, The wrong decisions I thought were once so cool?   Who am I? Am I a follower of the "in crowd," The coward afraid to speak against the popular kids?  
Zoomed in:  
To the girl peering in the mirror, who, for some reason, thinks she is inferior, because her hair isn’t straight,
I am writing to let you know you are not alone. No matter how romanticized the rogue in you becomes. For all my wanderlust roving dreams of distance, I am writing in hope you know your heart is not a fight club.
Many people hide their face in the bathroom mirror They dab a little bit of this and a add a litle bit of that and they just created a mask We try to prove ourselves and others that we are this beautiful flawless queen
She took a small seed of confidence and watched it grow. Taking pride in her pain made her stonger than those who have none. She never let's down her guard, so the waters of her heat will never flow.
The life of a young woman is boundless and untamed There is no way of telling where she will go next or who she will become The crazy twirl that destincts Who she is   The girl I was years ago is gone
one look at me a word comes to mind: quiet silent
I wake up each day and hear About a world that is full of hurt And tears.   People are dying, Children are crying; “The world’s a mess,” they say. “Human beings should just go away.”  
I'm short I'm slightly over weight My left hip sits lower than my right and I have to do a jig just to pull my jeans up. I have a crooked smile and a bit of a lazy eye
I am beautiful.My heart is gold.My sprirt is glowing.My attitude is bold.I am beautiful.My compassion is limitless.My intellegence is vast.My love is tenderness.
I look in the mirror each day and see  , a strong-willed student gazing at me.
  Flawless. Flawless? It simply isn't true.  
They say it all the time. "Keep it together" But what am I keeping together?
I see how people are self-conscious How people try to be confident I see how society brings us down How people say hurtful things
My body was my battleground. My skin parted like the Red Sea, and a surge of life came flooding over me. Dusk looked like the bruises on my bones. The war between mind over matter was never ending and some days all I could do was rest.
I look across and see, A person staring back staring back at me. She may call herself ugly, She may tell herself she is weak, But I think she is rather unique, And as strong as one can be.
Loud nights, ears closed, doors locked,  tired floors.
The painful words escape her lips Piercing my fragile heart with every word she utters I try to not show the pain but every now and then I slip
“U-G-L-Y”  “He will forever stay forlorn, and will never make it to the peak” I walk in the vacancy with my heart in my hands, Holding it tight so it wouldn’t fall,
I am perfectly flawed From my head to my toe Im not perfect and no one is But I know my worth   And I'm proud of who I am and of what I do
  The metamorphosis from a chasm of doubt to noting my pure beauty Was the first thing that altered when I chose to unveil my eyes from false pretenses.
What makes us flawless? What makes us unique? What makes us strong? The answer is simple you see Our flaws make us flawless Just you wait and see As you grow, you flaws make you complete
Scars on my hands from the kitchen knife mishap,  cat-related incidents like claw marks or the time the cat food 
Why am I flawless. This poem can end here because I can simply just say I'm flawless because I'm me. But, I don't want to leave you with any curiousity, so, here's why I'm flawles.
"Wear pretty clothes." they said. So I did. Some I felt fat in, some I felt uncomfortable. "Try some eyeliner." they said. So I did. It looked awkward; I felt unnatural.
I am flawless because of my acne I am flawless because of my awkward facial hair I am flawless because of my crooked pinky I am flawless pretty much everywhere My flaws don't define me
She's a weed among many the only difference  is her timing  while others are blooming 
Her hair sits flat,
I never love half-heartedly, Helping those around me kindly. The flames of niceness burn bright, And for that I will not be contrite. Caring strongly is not a weakness;
Puzzle pieces are different shapes, They are each a unique individual. Each one alone may look strange,
When I wake up, I'm flawless, After I brush my teeth, I floss it Floss my teeth and my swag because being flawless always makes me happy not sad I wear jeans and sweats with a shirt and hat
If I knew what I know now, Things would be way different then they are now, no lien, no cheating, no stealing, just love, and more love in the air when it comes to people around me they down me, some people even call me ugly ,fat or just mean mug
To know oneself, is to see yourself through others eyes. Through strangers words. Through societies lies, and still be able to sleep at night with your head held high and heart still beating.
Being flawless is impossible
My flaws make me flawless. My freckles, usually covered by makeup, are beautiful. My natural hair, a genetic mutation, is beautiful. My curves, or most would say extra weight, are beautiful.
“But still beautiful…”   Every day I wake up,Breathing life into my system.Inhaling the wonders a new day. A day that’s going to break me down,Tear me aroundAnd show me just how flawed I am.
Hi,  I Slept Under A Bridge Last Night. No, I'm not homeless, I did it to see was my Family really Family If Friends were really Homey's  It was bait on the rod that I threw out
“You walk funny.” These words have plagued my school experience. No one knows the reason behind this walk, They don’t know that my muscles don’t work and I’m slower than the rest
With a crooked nose I have strong bones With past woes I wake up with no groans
Everyone has their flaws I have many of my own   Everyone has advantages that make them who they are   My eyes show my fear My smile shows i'm strong My dreams show i'm hopeful
I am that of a river I flow soft and I run free, Swayed by the tide of my destiny. The sun shines bright Almost running me dry But it is then that my beauty shines.
The door finally closes, another day spent, Another act finished, but I’m not content.   I look in the mirror, stare into my eyes – Were they fooled today by my act, my disguise?  
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