I'm Not Perfect
I'm not blind.
I see how you stare.
I see the envy in your eyes as you watch me glide gracefully across the room.
One look at me and you are rendered helpless,
Jealous beyond compare.
I've been called many things;
Beautiful things.
For I am supposedly "one of the most breath-taking creatures to ever walk the world".
A suitor of mine had told me that once.
I was secretly flattered.
But not surprised.
Why should I be?
You know it is true.
In the eyes of many,
I am beautiful.
I am gorgeous.
A goddess sent from above.
To some I could be called perfect beyond measure.
And a trillion other silly little names they've all deigned to call me by.
But what they do not know is...
I am none of those things.
I am neither beautiful or gorgeous.
I am a monster.
I am not a goddess.
I am a creature of the night.
And most of all, I am far from perfect.
I am damned.
Who do you envy now, fool?
A/n: A spur of the moment thing while I was thinking about Rosalie (and Bella in an offhanded way). This is because I always thought that Bella was stupid to even consider being a vampire. It was the epitome of her selfishness and self-centeredness. She never considered anything beyond her own self and Edward. She wanted to be a vampire at all costs, not really thinking about any of the repercussions about the people she would hurt in doing so. Nor did she come off to me as truly remorseful. Rosalie got it right. Being a vampire isn't a charmed life - or it shouldn't be thought out to be anyway.
There were breaks/spaces between stanzas but for some unknown reason FF decides that it wanted the whole thing to be clumped together. Oh, well. I'm not in the mood to stress over it.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the Twilight *ehem* "Saga".