I know that Im not perfect

My hair is not silky and blonde,
My eyes are not big and blue,
My skin isnt like porcelain,
I have more than a flaw or two.

I dont have a summer tan,
My skin is fair and pale,
Im not morbidly obese,
Yet not 104 on a scale,

I dont have super white teeth,
Or pouty model lips,
Infact Im nothing like a model,
From my forehead to my hips.

I'm not ever considered "gorgeous"
Like the other girls you see,
I dont get asked out on friday nights,
Im not the person I want to be.

I dont have a hundred friends,
I've never been called 'hot',
But this is the life Im stuck with,
It is all that I have got.

In class I don't seem to exist,
I certainly dont rule my school,
During lunch I sit in the library,
I'm definatly not cool.

Im not a preppy cheerleader,
Or a popular homecoming queen,
I dont stand out like a star,
Im no sparkle in a scene.

I dont fit in with any group,
Im not a goth nor school president,
I dont get straight As in class,
Im obviously not heaven sent.

And what's even worse is that,
Once or twice each & every day,
Someone makes a rude comment about me,
As if I don't already know what they say.

Yes I can hear the judgements,
I can hear them when they whisper,
They just continue to speak as if Im nothing,
Their words are cold and bitter.

They point out my every flaw,
And critisize what they see,
Yeah-Im definatly not perfect,
It really sucks to be me.

But what gives them the right to judge,
Just because Im not pretty with bright eyes?
Why do people love to hate,
And crave to critisize?

Its no wonder I find it hard to,
Convince myself that Im lovely,
When all of you around me,
Tend to call me a loser or 'ugly'.

And no I dont spend ALL of my time,
Feeling sorry for myself,
But i guarantee if you were me,
You'd wish to be somebody else.

I know that Im not perfect,
I dont wear designer clothes or size 2,
I'll never be good enough for anything,
But just deal with it, I do.

^^^Really sucks, but im tired.