Homeless man.

I can feel my baggy boy jeans 

falling just short of covering up 

my red and blue angels socks.

I can feel that my beanie 

Gives me the appearance 

of homeless man rather than a skater 

And once again the jeans aren't helping

And if only my socks wouldn't show

I don't wear makeup

I have skin like a war zone

My eyelashes were always too short 

My face too big for my eyes

My chin too defined

My face plagued by moles

My upper arms too big

My hair has split ends

And refuses to lay flat

And I bruise way too easy

Every day I feel like a hobo

And quite frankly look like one

But some how you love me anyways 

I hate being called perfect

But I could never tell you not to

Because maybe I like the world you see

And I'm afraid 

you'll get your vision checked

Because no Tinted lenses 

No smudged glasses

And no colored contacts 

Could make me look nearly as good 

As you see me now

(Guys I swear I'm working on something better than this and I know I haven't posted in a long while. but, I needed to fill the gap with something)

(^~^)/* goodbye for now.