my insecurities.

The childish like face,

Being mistaken as a twelve year old.

My chicken-leg-like arms,

Too skinny for even my bag to hold.

The always messy hair,

Eyes too small, I hate my ears.

Neck as a giraffe's, nose too big,

My insecurities cause my fears.

The fear of not being ever liked,

The fear of not looking interesting,

Even my lips are starting to be

My least favourite thing.

Do you know how it feels like

To have a friend better looking,

Not just a tad bit,

But she's amazingly alluring.

It's always awkward

To stand by her side,

Suffer the compliments

And under my hands to hide.

I once pointed it out,

Everyone laughed,

No one once told me

"You're pretty, don't be so daft".

The dimple on my chin,

Large cheeks,

My knees that have suffered

Pain worth of weeks.

I guess I have to live

With the spots on my face

Never be known as "pretty",

Yeah, never in my case.