A Girl Called Unknown

Why Do I Even Try

I spent all night trying to look okay,

I smiled at myself in the mirror and all the worries went away,

I was full of hope that I could transform into a pretty butterfly,

But then the next morning I looked in the mirror and I desperately wanted to cry.

I wiped away the tears and just tied my hair back,

I know that when I go into school my heart will have an attack,

As people look at me and pull a face,

I know my cheeks will redden and my heart will start to race.

My hair is frizzy and boring and it never settles right,

I have to straighten it, burning it, every single night.

My cheeks are forever pink but I don't like foundation,

I thought good people got gifts, so where is my salvation?

In this uniform I look like a square that's gone seriously wrong,

All self-esteem I once had is gone,

My reflection now just makes me want to cry,

If I never look good, why do I even try?