For your poems.
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.