I don't look
In the mirror
As often as I probably should
Which is probably why
People call me ugly
Or whisper behind my back
They stare
As they talk to me
Or as I walk by
But
It doesn't concern me
As much as it probably should
Because I was never intended
To be liked
Based upon my vanity
I'd assume
The words coming from my mouth
Words like
Fuck
Bitch
Jackass
And fuck
Would give them a whole different reason to stare
But still
My face
And all of its plain-ness that it has to offer
Ruins the facade
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Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
