WHY

by Ashley Swain   Mar 21, 2006


THERE IS NOTHING I LIKE ABOUT MYSELF.
I WAS BORN SO CUTE AND PRETTY BUT AS OF NOW I AM SCARED TO LOOK IN THE MIRRIOR AT THIS UGLY FACE STARING BACK AT ME.
IM SMART BUT I WANT TO BE DUMB SO I AM NOT BEING USED BY MY SO CALLED BESTFRIEND.
MY FRIEND IS ASHAMED OF ME AND WHAT HURTS THE MOST IS I FEEL LIKE HE IS ASHAMED TO CALL ME A FRIEND.
WHY CANT I LOVE MYSELF?
WHY CANT GUYS LIKE ME FOR WHO I AM AND NOT WHAT I LOOK LIKE.
WHY ME?

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  • 18 years ago

    by cassie

    OMG I LOVE THIS!! its great poem, so much talent and emotion and just everything! if u ever need to talk im here, please comment on some of my poems it would mean a lot
    love cass xoxo