Self

I look fat

I feel ugly

I know I’m disgusting.

I’m not worthy

of this hair

or these eyes.

So pretty these I despise

giving me hope I can be beautiful.

Look at the rest of me that dream’s pitiful.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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