196 lbs.

Born 9-22-97

30 inches of golden blonde hair

Roughly 38D

3.69 G.P.A.

45 in her graduating class

Predicted score of 1850 on the SAT

Studies 3.64 hours a night

Blah, blah, blah…..

When did numbers define me?

Why can’t I be measured in quality?

What happened to my kindness, good will, or loyalty?

Or my sacrifice, strength, and honesty?

Now im measured by intellect and beauty.

When in reality, I’m just me.

I laugh at stupid stuff, I’m clumsy as hell

I hide my hurt with food, yet no one can tell.

I know how it feels to be alone

No one to talk to, always on your own.

I would never wish that on anybody, even if they knew my pain.

When the numbers stack up, I feel utter shame.

I don’t want to be the girl that falls into a permanent slumber

Unless I can’t have the perfect numbers.









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