. BEAUTY IS ONLY SKIN DEEP
When I walk I hold my head down.
Very shy and always carry a frown.
A little meek and hardly ever smile.
Everyone laughs cause I have no style.
The way I wish I was is only in my dreams.
Because of my bad self esteem.
The way I feel is oh so true.
"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you"
I have no friends and no one really cares.
The way I look makes people only stare.
When I see myself all I do is weep.
Mama says sweetie beauty is only skin deep.
She looked at me and said you remember this
you close your eyes and make a wish.
Life is what makes you who you are.
Be a good person and that will make you a star.
Entered in Constance La France~a rambling poet~
Writing in the sublime contest