I dream to have a perfect smile
I dream to wear all the latest styles
I dream that I would have an endless money tree
I dream not to be the ugly me.
My friends tend get all the good guys
they tell me I’m just as pretty, but I know thats all lies.
If I was pretty, why does the world tell me I’m not?
why do all the other guys not say I’m hot?
I’m surrounded by beautiful girls, I just feel like the odd one out.
I’m the ugly girl in the group, without a doubt.
My whole childhood, I was called terrible names
But if you saw my face? who are they too blame.
I grew up now as a teen
when the kids are even more mean.
I try my hardest to not them get me down
I try my hardest to smile, and not to frown.
I am lucky yes, I do have friends
and I know no matter what there here till the end.
But there still hurting me, but they can’t help it.
There still so beautiful, and I look like shit.
I just wish someone would notice me.
Honestly, too see maybe I’m not that ugly.
Sometimes I do think all the mean comments are lies.
But all I know is, they sure make me wanna die.
3 comments
I’m sure you are not ugly. There are very few “ugly” people in the world. Just because you don’t look like a movie star doesn’t make you unattractive. I’m sure there is someone in school who notices you, but is probably to shy to approach you. Just make sure you don’t do to guys what you feel your friends are doing to you. Just because a guy may not look like a movie star doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have a good heart and love and friendship to share. So you may not get the hottest guy in school, but there are probaby lots of guys you are overlooking who have lots to offer. Also a lot of the pretty girls in school will grow up and lose their looks, and some of the less pretty girls become more beautiful as they get older. As long as you have a good heart, can be a good friend and have a good personality, there is love out there for you. Like I said though, just don’t pass a guy over because he doesn’t look like the guy from Twilight. Just a few things to consider. You are a beautiful person, I can tell from your writing. Get out there and talk to some guys who need a friend. They are out there and they are waiting for you.
Alright, I ain’t gonna lie to you. Maybe you aren’t as beautiful as your friends. But you know what? You seem to have a beautiful heart. One day, a guy is going to see that and love you for that. I rate myself a 6 on a scale of 1 to 10. =P But the more important thing is, you’ve gotta be happy with yourself. Obviously you aren’t but you’ve gotta try. If looks isn’t your strong suit, work on other things. I suck at alot of things especially when it comes to finding someone to be with. *sigh* That’s my problem. I’m working on it, and you should work on your problem. You’ll be surprised what guys are looking for. So, try your best, do what you’re good at, and one day, a guy is going to notice that. And if a guy does like you, you know it’s because of YOU, not your looks. But in his eyes, you’ll be the most beautiful woman in the world. =)
I understand you more than you know, and I’m pushing 40. I can tell you my first kiss wasn’t till I was 20 going on 21. If you’re non-black you really only have to be patient. I swear you will meet and kiss a guy you like or at least are interested in before I did. The teenage years are tough but there are so many new and exciting things for you to see and experience especially AFTER highschool. I swear when you are 26yrs old or so, you will look back and wonder what you were so stressed about because you will be able to look back at it with wiser and more experienced eyes. I know its so painful to feel left out. Your Poemmm perfectly articulates how I felt when I was your age.I swear after high school and during college things will improve. Give yourself another twenty or so years before thinking about ending it. There is soo much to learn and experience. You need to give yourself a chance to look back at HS with eyes of forty year old. I promise you it will not be the same. “Just Hang On Suffer Well”-Depeche Mode.