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Black on paper
Glossy red lips, silky smooth legs
Long shiny hair, effortlessly rolling down her shoulders.
She is ready for a night out
Yet im still here stuck in front of my mirror
Trying to look the part, to look good enough.
I had laid out the perfect look this morning
Somehow, I can’t seem to find the right face or the perfect body
They just aren’t me then I guess
I always end up in the deep end of the pool
Somehow someone is always against me for doing I don’t know what
But I never care; at least I try not to
But never come out successful
I get so tired of seeing my face everyday
So much that I ended up breaking my mirror, thrice
Yet I still can’t get used to the eyes that stare back at me
With so much criticism in them
That I just break out into tears for no known reason
All I know is that im just not good enough
I never will be, never can be
My mamma used to tell me that in life
There are different types of people
The go-getters, the negatives, lazy bums, two faced witches
Then comes the b*tches, you just choose which one you fall in
I never thought that one day I
Would be the lucky one to have someone like him
But I am, and there ain’t no turning back, not now anyway.
I was so convinced that I was right,
That I was ugly that I didn’t even listen to my own parents,
Not that I would care what my dad thought,
All he does is destroy my self worth,
Well that is, what I still have in me anyway.
Then there is him, I thank God everyday
That he is there and he found it worth a while
To give the best present to the ugliest of the pack
That way it can turn into a beautiful swan, graceful as ever
I am thankful that there are people like me
Because without people like me,
We wouldn’t have the strong take NO crap b*tches,
And thus the world wouldn’t be very interesting now would it?
But then again, if there weren’t people like you,
I would be inking this sheet in vain,
With no one to read it, no one to know,
I would be engulfed by my own sorrows and happiness.
We all form a part of something big, all have a role.
Even the ugly duckling can make a difference,
He too can fall in love…
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