I look in the mirror and all I can see is my enormous eyes,
I am mad because I am still not able to see what is wrong me.
Why such big eyes when I still have no clue about who I am?
What is my purpose?
My small ears cannot hear the echo in my brain telling me what to do in dangerous situations.
I always make the wrong decisions choosing to ignore that voice in my head.
Looking at my head I wonder what goes on inside of it.
Am I smart ?
Why can't I figure this out on my own?
Is my brain not big enough to give me an answer about my own level of intelligence?
Why do I need someone else to tell me my IQ?
I was created with a mind of my own so I should be able to determine this by myself.
I can see them looking at me they must be analyzing my body.
From the way I walk to the way I pause to pick up something from the floor.
They are looking at me because I look different among them.
I know that I am not perfect and I will never be.
My body is flawed with cuts and bruises that the past have left on me.
There is no bandage to cover all the bruises.
I can't wash my flaws in the shower.
I have to live with them for the rest of my life.
My big head, my huge eyes, my small ears and my bruised body define me.
Last week I wanted to change my body.
I started wishing that I had smaller feet but then I see other people with no feet.
so I felt bless to have a feet at all.
I wanted a flatter stomach but then I look at one of my friends and I saw that I am not that big compare to him. So I rejoice and accept my not so big stomach.
I am not happy that I was made this way but I am joyful that I have all the body parts a human should have.