Looks...

Again I write from the top of my head.
Except this is not a normal poem like the rest.

I would never tell this to a living soul, this poem is the only, the only that knows...

I am embarrassed on the out,
and crying so much within.

I hate how I look,
and I wish things would get fixed.

I be scared to look in the mirror,
scared of who I might see.

The girl I see there, is not who I really be. Because I feel pretty within.

I am good person, with a warm heart,
but has been feeling so torn apart.

A girl that just wants to be pretty again, just wants to feel free like the rest.

A girl that has thought about cutting my veins, to heal this pain.

I have been hiding in the dark, because I am embarrased of my looks.

Almost everyone out there that I see, is confident, smiling with so much energy.

But not me, it had to be me, the sad one in the cold, feeling so lonely.

What do I got in love anymore?

All guys want girls that are fine, beautiful body, perfect face, someone that can give them ass any time and place.

I am the wifey type, that stays with one, I do not play games, and do not kiss for fun.

I am the type, that wants things to last, to get to know whats within and leave the looks for last.

I wonder if theres anyone out there, that feels just like me...
thats embarrassed on their looks.. and is hiding from being seen...

And if you are out there and u read this
poem, email me, leave me a note...

I feel like I am the only one, some one, prove me wrong....