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[WE ALL ARE SELF CONSCIOUS OF SOMETHING, MINE HAPPENS TO BE MY GAP]
BUT WHY MOM?!
Why wouldn’t you allow me to get braces?
To close this ugly gap and fill in these empty spaces?
Do you know how it feels to always fake a smile?
To act like hilarious things aren’t funny, I just want to smile.
Well it’s been a while pretending to be someone I’m not.
Something like a cruel hearted kid feeling like a fully functioning robot.
I can’t smile, just the thought of me showing these teeth make me cringe.
A slight grin will kill the little light I have left within.
I want to smile as bright as the sun.
But yet these spaces shun my light devouring all of my fun.
I want to sing and share my voice like the girls on tv.
But this smile turns instantly into fear, I won’t, I just can’t let them see me.
Why wasn’t I born with a perfect mouth?
Instead I see images of clout and of what a smile is suppose to be about.
Wearing my insecurities loudly instead of proudly.
I will never be those girls with that perfect smile you see.
Forever fearing of what those may think.
“Oh she’s pretty but her teeth are dank.”
When you have anxiety mixed with lack of self esteem everything isn’t as cracked up to be.
Reality sucks I guess it just wasn’t meant for me.
Poor little old me just dwelling in a ball full of adversity.
Damn you Insecurity you win again!
Just a repetitive battle I’ll remain trapped in.
End.
