She

She sits in a dark allie, because she doesn't feel good eough for anyone. She wants to know why it's so hard to accept someone that's so "different"? She's just a girl, that wants to what's so wrong with her. That no one wants to accept. Is it her personally? Her questions & thoughts she's always thinking? Her eyes? Her hair? Her face? Or, was it her imperfection? She stopped there. Then, thought. It was, her imperfection. She's trying to hold back her tears. She can't help that she's imperfect. She thinks about all the mistakes she's made. She feels stupid! She wishes she could go back and change all the mistakes she's made, but she cant! She doesn't know how to get out of the mess she made. She walks out of the dark allie, and into the light. People, talking, pointing fingers, laughing, starting rumors. But, she doesn't care! Because maybe, just maybe. She likes being imperfect!