They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I was once told I was pretty, and got a little bit bolder. Then, it all came tumbling down on top of me. And that was when I knew I would always be, ugly. I don’t look in the mirror, for fear of what looks back. I dream of being beautiful. I wish for the beauty I lack. No stares ever come my way, and no passionate one for me. This is how I spend my life, alone always, ugly. I know some people worry about me always being alone. I spend my time all by myself, hidden in my home. I don't like people to laugh so I hide where they can't see. I know what they’d be laughing at. They’d laugh at ugly me. I don't fit picture perfect, me and my ugly face. In this world I should be banned, for I am human disgrace. I’m not strong enough for suicide but I can’t keep up my plea. I hate living this stupid life. I am tired of being ugly. I wonder if death would be better, if I really could fit in? Will I ever be pretty? Where does happiness begin? If I were an angel, I would be banned from heaven's door. They'd tell me ugliness is not wanted. “Don't come here anymore!” Hell would be the only place, fit for a girl like me. Yes, hell would be my final home, hell for the ugly. |