Through My Eyes
I wish I wasn't so aware.
I constantly question my awareness.
Am I looking too deeply into it?
Or is that what's truly being shown?
I see these girls,
so confident and bold,
and then there's me.
I don't fit in.
No matter how much makeup I put on,
or how baggy my jeans are,
I'll never be like them.
They're all perfect,
and I wish they could see themselves through my eyes
instead of diminishing me through theirs.
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