Forgive me but my hair doesn't shine as brightly as hers.
My lips aren't as big or as cherry-red stained as hers.
My figure isn't an hourglass shaped.
And my voice doesn't sound like a choir of angels singing.
I'm sorry that you could only see my faults
but you see her beauty- as fake as it may be.
When I cry, I don't look pretty.
My eyes turn red and puffy plus my make up runs.
My skin isn't flawless, with red blotches and a pasty pale color rather than tan.
I'm sure she doesn't have these problems.
Most of all, I'm sorry that you couldn't see...
The me that has some good in her.
Why can't you be like him?
He sees me and he wants me.
I think it's time I move on from you
to someone who's worth it.
Yeah, he's like my small piece of happiness.
Too bad you weren't able to notice that.
English III and English IV
12 years ago