She got these large lips and big head,
And all the flaws, as they've said.
She hears people laughing at her.
And she feels like she'll never be a jenner.
Each insult she recieves,
Is a knife stabbed beyond her sleeves.
But you will never hear her complaints
Nor you'll ever see her faints.
Little do you know,
At the corner of her room, there her tears flow.
Telling herself how ugly she is.
And comforting herself at the same time, for she only got herself at times like this.
She is mrs. Potato head
A potato who you all hated
But one day, you'll see her as fries.
The one who got beauty too; but that never dies.
