Never Settle for Self Like


304 South Park Avenue
United States

The weight of expectations sits on her like an elephant

She wants to do well she's hell bent

She feels like an idiot it's an impediment

Her grades are most important so her mental health is not regular

The feeling of not being good enough has her by the jugular 

Being average is her phobia 

Being perfect would be utopia

Learning self love is a difficult thing

But when you get the ball rolling you'll stop hurting and start worshipping

The body you were born to love and praise

To love yourself you must accept that you are not perfect and that you will make mistakes

But sometimes, mistakes are happy accidents that lead to amazing things

This poem is about: 
Our world
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