I hate how I look
With all the acne
With the few scars above my lip
The Scars all over
Even make up can't make me feel pretty.
I hate myself
I don't think I'm pretty
Not at all
I never will
I wish I was
I'm not as free
I'm me
But me being me is bad
No one likes me
I'm different
I'm a burden
An outcast
A mistake
I'm but suppose to be here
But I can't leave, I've tried.
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So I put a collage of pictures of me at the top, those pictures are from these last 2-3 weeks. :* love you all. 1/4/2016
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The Real Me, What I Feel, What I See
PoesíaPoems that i make. They may be about my thoughts, actions, or just about anything i think of. Please don't judge, i know I'm not the greatest. Have a good Day
