u/notearslefttocry22

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I wish I looked like the girl I saw last summer.
I wish I wasn't average but better.
If only my lips were as plump as hers.
If only my cheekbones were as prominent as hers.
Would I still be satiated if I were as attractive as her?

Oh, how badly I want to be effortlessly pretty !
Oh, how I love the way she looks so seamlessly unreal !
But I despise the way I look so flawlessly imperfect.
I observe how she gets so much attention.
Yet I sit in solitude having no one to cause intervention.

I gaze at her golden locks and long eyelashes
Only to realize that I was never made for flashes !
And then I look into my reflection in the mirror.
Only to recognize that hatred is the only feeling to decipher !

I wonder why God carved her with such intricacy.
And then, I think why did he not make me the epitome of ecstasy.
I like to believe that I am not the chosen one.
But then I look around and see how every girl is so much more desirable than me.

I don’t want to look at myself.
I want to vanish into thin air and disappear like I never existed.
Because I am tired of chasing that perfection.
At the end of the day , I sleep in melancholy crying myself to rejection.

This is my first poem.

I would love to hear some feedback !

I wish I looked like the girl I saw last summer.
I wish I wasn't average but better.
If only my lips were as plump as hers.
If only my cheekbones were as prominent as hers.
Would I still be satiated if I were as attractive as her?

Oh, how badly I want to be effortlessly pretty !
Oh, how I love the way she looks so seamlessly unreal !
But I despise the way I look so flawlessly imperfect.
I observe how she gets so much attention.
Yet I sit in solitude having no one to cause intervention.

I gaze at her golden locks and long eyelashes
Only to realize that I was never made for flashes !
And then I look into my reflection in the mirror.
Only to recognize that hatred is the only feeling to decipher !

I wonder why God carved her with such intricacy.
And then, I think why did he not make me the epitome of ecstasy.
I like to believe that I am not the chosen one.
But then I look around and see how every girl is so much more desirable than me.

I don’t want to look at myself.
I want to vanish into thin air and disappear like I never existed.
Because I am tired of chasing that perfection.
At the end of the day , I sleep in melancholy crying myself to rejection.

This is my first poem.

I would love to hear some critique !