Not An 'Oh So Perfect' Teen

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This was a poem I wrote when I was younger, about 13, when I was supposedly in competition with all the other girls in my year who wore lots of make up and short skirts, you always bullied me because I didn't wear that sort of stuff. I believe that the more natural you are, the better a person you will be, because you will learn not to expect everything from people, and that you can't/shouldn't cover up your flaws - people will love you no matter what you look like, unless you want a pervert or someone who uses you. Hope you like it :)

Submitted: January 01, 2013

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Submitted: January 01, 2013



Maybe I wear joggers,

And tie my hair up in a bun,

Maybe I hate Justin Bieber,

Who thinks he’s number one.

Maybe I don’t care,

About all the guys who are fit,

Or the slappers with high skirts,

Who think that they are ‘it’.


Why should I care what they think,

About the way I dress,

Or maybe even my facial look,

When all of them are a mess.

Tons and tons of make-up,

Stretchy, short-length skirts,

Most of the boys that they will get,

Will mainly be perverts.


I might not be a blonde,

Or even very pretty,

But at least I will go forward in life,

Without my work being a pity.

I’ll only put effort into my work,

When they’ll be out cold,

They’ll try to look all grown-up,

But fail as they grow old.


Wrinkles will find themselves

Upon those girls faces,

Smoking, drinking, doing drugs,

 Bunched up like lady’s laces.

I’ll stay true, not just to myself,

My family, friends, and strangers,

I’d rather be a nice face to see,

Than being involved in dangers.

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