They call me beautiful yet I don't see it. They look into my eyes and see beauty, when I look into my eyes I see terror. I really do not understand what they could like about me. I like the color black, my hair is a straight brownish-blond and my heart is fragile. They think I am so strong yet inside I am weak. At moments I wonder why I think like I do. In my mind I am not worth it, I'm nothing. Yet I smile and act like everything is great. I am a teenager confused on what I'm supposed to do. It seems like everyone is bored with me. I am sorry I am not the perfect teenager. I may not be the nicest, prettiest or smartest out of all the other girls around. I guess I just wanna be accepted.
