My smile isn't
As perfect
As I'd like for it to be,
And my
Personality isn't
What I'd like for
People to see,
And yet
Something that
I've found
Is that
In my ugliness
There's a sort of beauty -
A happiness.
The incapability that
Clings to me
Is a
Constant reminder of
The realization
That
I'm not
Supposed
To Be
A goddess.
Every day I
Will get up and
Try
And yet I will always
Fail.
Fall.
Hit the
Ground
With a cloud
Of dust,
Rising up
Around my fallen
Form,
Bloodying my
Teeth
And scraping up my
Knees.
It is ugly -
But do I stay down?
"No," says a voice -
"You must get up."
And up I go,
Leaning on eternal
Arms and strength and
Comfort.
Let us take a
Moment
Just to laugh, because
In the midst of
The gap-toothed smile
And hairy toes
That is my
Capability, it
Is possible to find
That the "ugly"
Isn't nearly so bad
As it seems.
Mistakes are
Inevitable,
Because I'm not
God.
I'm not
Supposed to be.
So laugh it off,
And get back up,
And try at it
Again.
So what if I'm not
Flawless?
So what if I'm not
Perfect?
So what if I
Mess up?
Darn, that stinks,
But
That's no reason
To wallow in
Self-pity,
Moping about the fact
That I'm not
A goddess.
I can apologize -
Smile, and hug, and cry,
And laugh at my
Snotty nose.
So... ugly!
I shouldn't give up just
Because I'm not
A goddess.
Life's too short,
Too sweet,
Too beautiful,
Too hard,
Too close,
Too full,
To take myself
So seriously.