I’m not smart.
I’m not pretty.
I’m not one of those people who could turn heads at every corner I walk on.
I’m not one of those conventionally beautiful people.
I’m not skinny.
I worry too much about my
And it has gotten to the point where my self esteem
I’m not interesting,
I can barely keep a conversation.
I’m too loud for my own good.
I’m really sensitive.
I feed off the nice stuff people say yet I don’t believe it.
I wear my heart on my sleeve.
I may be full of flaws,
But one things for sure,
No one could love you quite like me.