Every night she went to sleep crying,
She felt like she was dying,
Everything was hurting,
But it was just burning,
The acne was all over her face,
Every time she went to the store she had to buy pace,
She thought her face was ruined forever,
When I thought to be like this I thought never,
Am I forever going to be ugly,
Is anybody ever going to want me,
Maybe beautiful is a lie,
Maybe its just a word to be said,
In school its like they call me names,
Like if everybody is in a hall of fame,
I'll never make it there being this ugly,
Maybe on day I'll end all this,
These marks all on my face,
It is such a disgrace,
Am I ever going to be what people call beautiful,
Like all the princesses and goddesses,
Maybe one day nobody would judge,
Like wouldn't be about beauty,
Or how people look,
It would be about personality,
And how people are treated,
NOW THAT IS BEAUTIFUL
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