Ugly

Do you know what it's like to feel ugly all the time.
To see your face, and not feel joy inside.

I look in the mirror and I'm not happy with what I see.
Everyone says you can change it, just do it and you will see.

But, do they really know how hard it is, to get the courage and the strength,
To find more power to even begin to make that kind of change.

I look at all the beautiful people around me and think,
Why can't I be more like them?

But, then I wonder will they love me for me or for the face that I present.

Is there a medium in between, when the ugliness fades away to show that beauty shows from within.

Can I be beautiful like all the other's whom I envy and see,
Or am I always to be ugly & plain,
With no vision in my horizon.

I was pretty once I know that for sure,
But then somehow fate decided I just couldn't be pretty anymore.

I've never been one to laugh at others pain,
So why do other's laugh at mine?

I wish all that were beautiful and special could feel the pain I feel,

And then maybe they'd think twice about the cruel words they share.

I will be pretty again, of this I am sure,

But in the end, my soul will be prettier and my face will shine once more.