Imperfection

Their style and their flare,
Their white teeth and picture perfect hair,
Their lives are perfect, their hearts are gay,
As they dance and sway on a bright sunny day.

But only cloudy skies exist in my world,
I can't do so much as a twirl,
Here I stand, just an ugly gem,
Why, oh why, can't I look just like them?
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Photo and short poem by me.