Pretty
As I stare into the mirror
I look at the hideous thing looking back
I hate the way I look
Im about to cover my head with a sack
I try so hard to be pretty
I want people to like me to think Im hot
But no I had to be ugly
I wish I was beautiful but Im not
Why am I ugly
Why has God made me this way
I want to change but how
Be bright beautiful colors instead of a dull gray
What am I whining about
People shouldn't like me for just my looks
They should like me for my personality
That they way it is in my book
I am an individual
I am who I was made to be
Who cares if I am ugly
I DO I WANT TO BE PRETTY
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