Sometimes I wish I was a girl
with perfect hair
and lovely eyes.
She is a mix of
bestselling novelist
with movie-star glamour-
don’t forget charm;
Wisdom;
And the intelligence of Einstein.
She captures the heart of every boy she meets
with her grace
Beauty
Refreshing wit
Humor, and
Exciting stories.
She is greatly admire
constantly infuriating me with her perfection.
She only further acknowledges my
flaws.
She hangs overhead like a talkative shadow.
But if I stand in bright sunlight-
all positive thoughts
like a shadow, she
Disappears.
I guess it’s part of growing up
learning to accept who you are
though you may not know it.
And if I stand still
All love, air, and bright sunlight
She disappears-
the girl I sometimes wish I was
and I learn to love myself-
the girl I always know I am.