a poem...

When life's scrwd up, I sit and think,
"God, what's wrong with me?"
"Child, u want a fairytale,
But wat u have u cannot see."

Obediently, I stare into the mirror,
But start cursing my face and hair.
"The more u hang onto hate,
U tend to miss wats already there."

"God, I don't want an easy lyf,
I kno no1 else has 1!
Wish I could spend just one day,
satisfied wid all I've done..."

"What's wrong wid lyf now?"
Asked the soothing, calm voice.
"I'm tired of spinning out o control,
Tired o maintaining image and poise".

"Someday I'll vent abt how I feel,
release da pain and emptiness inside,
I'll cry lyk a baby, I'll dance for joy,
But now, my emotions must always hide."

As I ponder over this wondrous dream,
The gentle voice makes me smile,
"Seems to me all u need's self-love,
It's been hiding in ur heart all dis while!"

Slowly, I look at da mirror, and smile,
I'm amazed by da beauty of this sight.,
As I look up to continue my conversation,
God has disappeared into the night.

"The world could use more love, God,
esp us teenagers; ur right!
From tomorrow, I vow to bcum a bit better,
And make a difference, however slight."

OK, guys, it pretty much sucks, i kno...pls lemme ko ur opinion and title suggestions if uv bothered to read dis far(!)