Im always left out,and considered the ugly girl.
Making me sadder each day and feel like im alone in the world.
Im being nice and not striking back,because i dont want anyone having that feeling.
I dont want them to find pain, a daily thing to feel broken beyond the ceiling.
Mirrors every where,i see myself and have the urge to cry.
It feels like it isn't worth living, and id should rather die.
I cry myself to sleep, and find myself even more ugly after.
I need my positive energy and get back up and have laughter.
I say this to much , and i always have to worry.
About people judging of how i look, i just wish i was pretty.
This poem kinda doesnt make sense but the way i feel litterly is to hard to explain but hoped u enjoyed💔
K