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