My hair is frizzy,
my eyes look weird.
I am ugly.
My legs are imperfect,
My chin as well.
I am thin and have long limbs,
but I am clumsy.
I look beautiful but only with the mask of makeup.
It makes my eyes look better,
my lips darker.
It makes me feel beautiful.
I wear jeans to hide my ugly legs.
But why?
Because society says.
My hair isn’t super long, so I can’t wear all the cute styles.
I don’t wear the trendiest clothes.
My face isn’t as pretty as other girls’.
Therefore I feel ugly.
All because of my twisted perspective that society has given me.
I could be beautiful.
But I will never know.
Because I feel ugly.
So I will keep on believing that I am.
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Here’s a poem I wrote about the same sort of thing. It’s called “Ugly.”
I am ugly.
My hair is frizzy,
my eyes look weird.
I am ugly.
My legs are imperfect,
My chin as well.
I am ugly.
I am thin and have long limbs,
but I am clumsy.
I am ugly.
I look beautiful but only with the mask of makeup.
It makes my eyes look better,
my lips darker.
It makes me feel beautiful.
I wear jeans to hide my ugly legs.
But why?
Because society says.
My hair isn’t super long, so I can’t wear all the cute styles.
I don’t wear the trendiest clothes.
My face isn’t as pretty as other girls’.
Therefore I feel ugly.
All because of my twisted perspective that society has given me.
I could be beautiful.
But I will never know.
Because I feel ugly.
So I will keep on believing that I am.