• I may not be that pretty, but calling me ugly isnt to make me pretty. I may be over weight, but calling me fat isnt going to change me. I may not get the best grades, but calling me retarded is not helping. I go home with a smile on the out side, but crying on the inside. Im not perfect, im imperfect. What you say, and what you do makes me more imperfect day by day. You can call me fat or ugly in the middle of class, but i hope your hurting as bad as i am. Being proud of hurting me is making you imperfect. Some days i snap, i cry, i yell. But when i tell the teacher i get yelled at. You can hate me all you want but all i want to say is im imperfect. I may be tough on the out side but im weak on the inside. When i cry you think im weak. When i yell you laugh. Why do you hate me. What have i done to you. I dont call you these hurtfull names. Then you say im pregnate, yeah i've been pregnate since third grade. Who do you think i am. Oh and i cant get a boyfriend right? Well maybe all you guys are jerks. All you care about is looks. But what if that girl wants money, and all i want is someone to talk to. some one to hold me when im sad. All she wants is new shoes. Im not her. Im imperfect. Why do you care so much? So read my words and understand IM IMPERFECT!