Hey, It's Me

Poem By Lidya Tunggala

This night again I’m sitting in front of my mirror
Seeing myself in the nastiest face.. Am I that bad?
No! I’ve something on my own.
I’m not crying even if I’m sad..
I can smile even though I wanted to scream..


Yes,
I’m not the prettiest girl as everybody always said. Or a Barbie doll..
I am not the girl that every guy dread for, and hey, I don’t want to be!
Mom said I am unique and special in my own way
Her word I choose to believe…


I always pray, before I go to sleep..
Wishes that everything will be alright..
Hope I’m strong through this cruel world…
All people stare at me.. Sometimes they Joke at me.
Is it my fate to face this destiny? I simply smile, I’m beautiful
Once again I said No! I’m doing things i like..


Hey! Look deeper inside me…..
This girl over here…She’s not a perfect girl..
She just love to be herself..
Whatever they said…I just believe..
I’m better than anyone else.

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