I get that I'm not pretty. You tell me everyday.

I get that I'm not smart. You tell me as you rip up the A on my test.

I get that I'm not perfect. You tell me that as every day I cry myself to sleep, wanting to smile without the help of my friends.

I GET IT ALRIGHT YOU DONT HAVE TO TELL ME ANYMORE.

Yours sincerely,

The girl that doesn't care anymore.