I drop my pen regularly.
I lose mywallet on a weekly basis.
I spill my drink down my dress.
My lipgloss is onmy fronttooth.
Unbeknownst tome, my ballet flat
Probably has a mudstain on the front
And my necklace is on backwards.
Mybangs have grown too long,
And despite my best efforts,
My hair refuses to lie flat.
I trip on flat surfaces,
Lose my balance while going uphill.
I'm hopeless at ALL sports -
I can barely follow them either.
I'll never succeed atvideo games,
Or chess. Or anything requiring coordination.
Don't ask me where I left my purse,
I honestly can't remember.
But itwill come up eventually -
Somewhere. Somehow. Sometime.
So if you're looking for grace,
For suavity, for a certain je ne c'est quoi..
Keep on looking, that's not me.
I'mjust the girl with her tag sticking out,
With gum stuck to my shoe and a
Smudge of mascara above my eyelid.
I'm so far from perfect. And for me..
That's perfectly okay.
