Beauty

Kinda my life.

She says she is ugly,
but she only wishes,
She wants to be ugly,
fat,
mean,
horrid,
but she knows,
she is what every girl wants,
pretty,
nice,
charming,
funny.

In honesty,
she is empty,
devoid of emotion,
Just wishing,
that she was born,
ugly,
and fat,
because maybe then,
boys would stop looking at her,
like she was meat,
a toy,
a doll,
maybe then,
they would,
actually get to know her,
her likes,
her dislikes,
instead of just,
try to have shallow,
lusty,
sex.

She is human too.
I am human too.

Author's Note

I don't care if you think I'm ugly.
This is personal taste.
And yes, sometimes I think I'm ugly as well.

Reviews

[Adam :P]

good voice in this poem, liked it.