my body isnt perfect,
and so r my looks,
i get into fights with my parents,
some nights i'd rather be myself than out partying,
i cry over the smallest things sometimes,
there are days that i get through vth forced smiles and fake laughs,
sometimes i try to convince myself that things r okey when they r not,
i dont turn serious even wen everythng z gng out of my hold,
most days i simply waste without a purpose,
i strongly believe that i can cover the syllabus.. just till the exam starts.
still i constantly think i'm gud enuf 4 anythng,
i'm imperfect in many ways,
but i'm perfectly me.