Author's Note: Another amateur poem from the public domain. Enjoy.
Quit staring at me with those large, round eyes.
I don't deserve your scrutiny, their lies.
I'm not the beauty people claimed to see.
There are so many flaws outlined on me.
My legs are brittle, like a bird's.
My arms held the same scrawny look, for lack of better words.
My skin is paler than it's implied complexion.
And my face... I won't even mention.
My stomach, watch it bulge like a mountain.
No matter how much I try, it will never flatten.
Then the look of disgust evaporates,
but still reveals my many mistakes.
I see the girl, a total mess,
but who's knowledgeable enough to know she's blessed.
She has a body to inhabit, used to walk to the Earth's end,
and she didn't plan on taking it for granted.
