My body isn`t perfect
I don`t walk with confidence
I cry over the smallest things sometimes
There are days I get trough with forced smiles and fake laughs
Sometimes I try to convince myself that things are okey when they`re not
I`m not ugly but I`m not beutiful
There are some nihgts that I cry myself to sleep
I constatly think I`m not good enough
I`m imperfect, but I`m perfectly me....
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