Description: The meaning of this poem; Every one is screwed up some how.
I wrote this when I was at school. I was taking notice at how many 'clicks' there are. Some people think they're better then everyone else, some think they're no good at all. I think I rank somewhere in the middle. I don't relaly feel like I belong, but sometimes I do. It changes every once in a while. But I've learned that I don't need to compare how popular I am to anyone else, or how pretty I am.
I'm unique, just like everyone else. I really love that saying.
I always found following my own path insted of the crowd was where I needed to be. Sounds llike you have found this as well. Many doors will open for you. You are a strong young lady, with great insight into the world around you.
Much luck.
Almost forgot. No real gripes about this one. Just wanted to share my insight and relation to it.
I suppose you don't really need a comment but I'd just like you to know that this is great. Its short and to the point and couldn't be more true. Perfection is a an impossible goal, and its not really worth the effort if you lose yourself to be more popular and part of those perfect, in-crowd girls.
Submission Name: Perfect doesn't belong 
