imperfect

ok im not very good at spelling and i dont have spell check on my computer
at the moment cause it all got re-booted and i lost all my poems i was devistated but meh heres a new one please read and ignore any spelling mistakes im deeply sorry i just really struggle with spelling

the pefect pictures in the magazines
skin so clear and teeth so clean
no sign of spots
no tears in these photographs
i see her smile
see the perfection in her eyes
look back in the mirror
and all i see is a failure

i try to laugh it off
try to turn away
and ignore the fact
that i hate myself
more each day

the make ups smudged on my eyes
hairs a mess and im getting tired
of hearing constantly
how much more perfect i could be

i try to smile
im sure il be fine
pretending everythings alright
but inside im hurt
and its more than i can take
im slowly lossing my will to live

shes so plastic
with skin so smooth
her clothes fit perfectly
and her waists so small
perfection or disgust?
what do you see when you
look at her photographs

and shes all i want to be
they say im perfect in my own way
but look in the mirror
and i hate the reflection
staring back at me

blacked out all her teeth
tried my best to take away
her perfection that i longed to feel
i tore up her photographs
threw away the magazine cuts
closed my eyes and just tried to forget
the feeling of being imperfect

gah no one ever reads my poems :[

i like it
*hugs*
Its awesome

rawh cheer XD kinda just how i feel sometimes when im like flicking through a magazine or something