Brown hair,
Blue eyes,
Acne I can't bear,
And lips with numerous lies.
Dark eye bags,
Scars on my body,
Skin that sags,
Leaving me to the cruel eyes of everybody.
I'm ugly,
Not pretty,
That's what everybody will see,
Without pity.
"Get away from her,"
So many people have said,
My life is a blur,
Only filled with dread.
I'll change,
That's a good idea,
I won't be called strange,
I'll change my name to Sophia.
I need a good name,
I need a good look,
I won't look the same,
They'll definitely be shook.
I come back looking the best,
With new clothes and make-up on,
A necklace with a moon crest,
But the change was a con.
I wanted to be liked,
But I got torn,
I was siked,
I wish I was never born.
I lost weight,
I got new things,
Maybe I was bait,
That's what fate brings.
Whatever,
I guess I'm the same,
I already pulled the lever,
But I got trapped in a stupid game.
A game of confidence,
A game of looks,
They already had a conference,
It's just like the books.
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PoetryThis is a book of poems made from my imagination and passions. I hope some of you can enjoy the passions and ideas that have birthed themselves onto paper and were transcribed here. Enjoy! Bye Bye! Highest ranking: 964 #27 on #pray #35 on #think
