The Love of Others

I dream of being one of them

One of those people who are just

Considered the best


However I'm stuck as I am

Looking for a meaning

And ignore the stabs of rejection

The truth is, I want to be perfect

Like them

I want to be considered as that girl

Who everyone yearns to be

Instead of the girl everyone doesn't want

To be

Years later, I realize that it was all stupid

The fact is, you are who you are

And happiness isn't in who you are like

But accepting yourself and loving yourself

Not looking for the love of others