Imperfect : I look in the mirror. I see me. I want to see her but all I see is me. I wish on a star every night but never get my wish. I wish to be beautiful like her. It never happens. Crying every night yet never getting it. Wishing and wanting to be her. To be perfect. Yet I’m still imperfect. Aspiring writer. Well she’s better. The constant pain of wanting to be her. I wish I was perfect. I say I’m an imperfect mess. She says I’m perfect the way I am. I don’t believe her. I wish I had her long hair and nice face. I am imperfect.
