Ugly

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.