Flawed Existence

I’ve been trained to think I’m plain,

Clumsy, dorky and a little insane.

Not poised and not pretty,

And I guess I try too hard to be witty.

 

I don’t have the perfect body as per the social norms,

Personality, also just lukewarm.

Even the length of my hair is not up to the mark,

And complexion – a little too dark!

 

In my mannerisms, there’s no grace,

There are no distinct features on my face.

Looking in the mirror, I notice no glow,

Because I’ve been trained to find faults even in my shadow.