I know I'm beautiful,
you keep telling me that.
Some people say I'm blessed,
but underneath all that is stress.
Sometimes I want to give up.
Sometimes I want to fall,
but like I pull myself physically I have to pull myself mentally and thats really outlawed.
My self-esteem is low 'cause important people don't believe in me,
but all I see is my friends helping me,
even my enemy.
Blessed, blessed, blessed is all people say.
Talented, Beautiful, Model Figuree'.
Underneath all that is stress and unhappiness.
Truth is I wish I had a rest!!
Not on this earth probably in the heavens.
When my time come I don't even have to count by sevens.
*Even when people think less of you always believe you are more and keep believeing in God and you will be better than, prettier than, wiser than those that think less of you. Thank you for reading this and remember that God loves you!!!!!
