Little ugly girl three years young had dropped her colours and froze afraid of the big mean man with the leather belt and harsh tongue,
Little ugly girl five years old, trained like a soldier to do what she's told,
Little ugly girl is just seven now, the floors are swept dishes done dinner on the table she's learned to be in 2 places at once and to never leave the house
Little ugly girl is ten today she takes care of her parents and is still treated as trash, careful no mistakes or she'll meet the belts wrath, in quiet times when she can break she makes beautiful art it's art with a twist she paints with a razor on the canvas of her wrist
Little ugly girl is twelve years and suicide attempts, she's given her all and has given up
Little pretty girl is fifteen and trying her best scars still bright on her flesh remind her of times she overcame death
Little pretty girl no longer afraid to wear short sleeves in the summer and see people gaze, her scars tell a story of a scared little girl fighting alone against all of the world
Kinda Sucks but who cares
