*this is not the way I am... i just thought about writing it.*
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In the morning I take a look in the mirror.
It's a moment that I can admit that I fear.
After a few long hours I've spent preparing
I'm still standing there calmly just
glaring.
I find myself pointing out every
imperfection I point them out: right side
left side in every direction. I can try on
all the make up found in the city But even
all that couldn't make me pretty. I don't
want to ressemble an ugly troll Don't you
get it I just wanna be Beautiful! I know
God created us to look our own ways but
why did I have to be born with this face?
My family says im beautiful But I know its
not true I will spend eternity envying you.
The rest of my life I'm sure will be dull
but all my thoughts day and night will
be "I just wanna be beautiful with all my
might."
