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I am that badgering caterpillar of ugliness, which tries to come again and again, You keep plucking me,
As a young girl I'd "see" That the little white girls around me Were what I should achieve to be Straight hair, colored eyes And skin shades lighter than mine
A beautiful bird Shows off her ideal look It cloaks true beauty
It's who she is that makes her beautifuland not her looks that make her glowBut her soul shines through her fleshlike the sun that beams against the iciclesUniquely designed snowflakes intricately combined
I am a pestering weed of ugliness The one that annoys you By breaking up your pristine landscape You pluck me before I am fully grown Stubbornly, I return Again, you pluck me from the earth
I need a job I need a life I need you Far from perfect we are born With some of us feeling more privileged than others The one commonality we share is disappointment
Girlfriend, Dear girlfriend, Your inner star shines brightly! Deep beauty is great.
She's broken, yet still beautiful Can't she see? Her purpose here is meaningful Without her there'd be no me She was in the dark But I shined her light It sparked her inner flame
She could have asked for anything: Diamonds,Dresses,Dainty Delicacies. But she knew None of those things mattered.She had all she needed:A father's love,A mother's memory,Her beloved books. But there was one thing she wanted,Something so fleeting,
Why do you love me? Is it for my body?My looks?My charms? Or does your love run deeperResiding just below the surface,somewhere deep inside your heart?
She smiles glass shards, spilling from her tongue I do not smile back, blood spilling from my mouth Neither of us swallows back our grievances
Beauty: From Me to You Dear lover, I wish you could see the beauty in yourself The constant radiating aurora No you don’t need any Sephora
I was talking to my little sister yesterday
She told me "you will not be much of anything, People just look right through your frail bones You will never make much of a difference because You will end up very cold naked afraid alone
I've always been tiny, a small little peach. I'm used to the bottom, the top I can't reach. Always looking up because there is nothing below. Praying and hoping, that one day I'd grow.
The worlds a stage and we are just mere actors, But the stage is too large, the lights to bright The audience won’t like us if we aren't just right Just the right amount of funny, pretty, smart, kind We panic under the pressure but it’s all just
Downgrading someone’s beauty because of the shade of their skin?That’s like loathing a flower for the colour of its pigment.Lessening someone’s attractiveness because of the texture of their hair?
Our Beauty Is always being judged Or criticized by the human eye Beauty of today’s society Forces us To meet all its FOREVER...changing expectations. Pushing us To all look the same
We walked along and he was there, his clothe
Dark shadows underneath those frosty blue eyes, smudged with jet black mascara from a long, hollow night. The wind blows relentlessly, the world is still asleep as you trudge the streets that
Such simple weeds these dandelions
Today is today, I mean that's what everyone says. But today is the day that I hide , in the shadows, faces of you are revealed in my sight. I'm afraid to ever walk in those steel doors, because with me you have no insight.
Diseases, diseasesKeep me with Jesus. My name's not punk,Nor am I junk.To give you a start,I have my own heart.
To be beautiful is to feel comfortable in your own skin, to not care what other people h
The hours she spends to be perfect, the hours tries to cover her flaws. She cannot see the beauty within, she only sees the ugly outside. If only she could leave the quarrel; just disappear into thin air.
Depression Terrifying, weakening Ripping, tearing, killing, Done with life
When you look at me what do see?Do you see an original or do you see a copy? Do you see beauty or do you see ugliness? When you look at me what do you see? Do you see a rich person or do you see a poor person?
No matter how long it's been,
We live in a world where double standards bloom around us Waiting for the picking Like fresh lillies in the spring time. If you have acne, you're ugly If you don't, you're stuck up.
You tell me you aren't special,
The difference in me is great, the becoming of my life will bring me to my fate, the mysterious I have for myself brin
It's really a funny thing, people assume those who are the sadest: never smile
If only they knew , if only i could say..i hate coming to school everyday. Not because of the lunch, or the switching my class rush.
I am reaching out to youBut you cannot or will not hearCan’t you see that I am in need?You look without seeing my tears I am so lonesome. All by myself
you will never know unless you are in that persons shoes
It can come on slow and it can come on fast Sometimes you’d never know it’s even happening Your palms start to sweat and your heart is about to burst
Used to be friends our first year Fast-forward, I’m standing here Halls are deserted, no one in sight Here you come from behind and body check me on the right That’s how it started
She may have finally done it She may have finally found her path The sky blue comforter was appealing, But with deep thought, She found that its arms of cotton, Its pillows of visions of fantasy,
There's a saying. It's quite old. There's a saying. That's often told. "Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words with never hurt you" I don't believe that this is true.
Let her alone You don't want to go in that zone She's a freak of nature
She was a very young girl Life just started it would seem About fifteen years old Life being torn by the seams
She stands speechless as the colors dribble down the wall
I'm a glass house. Just take a glance, you'll know if I'm home or not Maybe a light is on, music is playing Peer a little deeper to be sure that I'm not Survey my windows to see if you can find me,
Living in darkness seemed the best way Light never reached my face as I lay As the fabric of life seemed to fray Hateful words spoken in spite Light was no longer in my sight
A young girl is brokenThat poor girl shed tearsThe little girl is leavingNo one even hears Crying, she falls asleep at nightWaking up seems to be a curseNo one ever loves herMaybe its time to go home
There is no day that goes by I feel angry with the world I sit quietly in my room I pray for a better tomorrow… How would my life be Without fear and sadness? How would it feel to be
Maybe it's time, that I give you a simple rhyme. A reason to listen, as my eyes glisten. I'm tired of the lies, those that binds and ties; my very soul from becoming whole. I may not be the poster child, but I wasn't raised up wild. Don't mock
Your thumbnails are very beautiful, I’m sure you think so too; You must be very proud of them, gorgeous, pink, and small; I can tell you love them very much, because staring at them is all you do.
Say what you want, do as you please for I know that whatever you doin ain't gonna happen to me. You can scowl,snarl, and glare but I'm untouchable like the air. You may say your wicked taunts and do your evil
Isolated from your peers, alone and rejected, different from the others, you feel diseased, infected. it's impossible to change everyone, difficult to get it through their heads,
Chains Chains clinking metal frozen wrists bound reaching for freedom no key to set me free or strength to uncuff
Sticks and stones break bones, And they aren't always alone, Cause sometimes words hurt even more, Leaving behind a heart truly sore, And beating three beats behind,
I am the ugly sister. These are the words I can’t escape. I cannot escape the rejection, or the hate. I am the one that no one comes to claim. My sister says the muffin top will go away, that I need to work harder.
Your subtle whispers scream in my ears exclaming hate pronounce my fears I can see your staring eyes looking through me judging, spreading rumors lies But I am strong
ou claim to know me. Yet you don’t see my pain, my suffering, my black, shriveled up excuse for a heart. All you see is the smile, the overweight child, the kid that sits alone at lunch. You claim to know me.
Cradled by solitude Because of other's attitude Death, depression, and disfigurement do a bully make Leaving destruction in wake. Take a soul, bottle it up Pour out a wretched thing.
All my life I've been silent, Never let out a peep Even when tumbling down hills, rough and steep Before I cry out in pain, I hear my mother's voice Hush! Be quiet. Don't complain When I go to church
Because The Sound Of Voice & My Lips Were Close ! You Told Me Just Repeat "Strawberry" My Heart Beat 100 Miles per hour! Not Knowing How and When To Say it ! Poor Child only 9years old !
She’s kind Though she never really says much She smiles Though it never really seems real She laughs Though she never really seems to enjoy being around She’s here, doing what she has to do faithfully
Tears like rain fill oceans of sadness; It’s the pain that we hide – greater than we see; I’ve spoken to broken looking for suns to soak in, But the heart is missing Where a soul leaves space.
Average Nuisance, Unnoticed Weed. You grow--then you die, they do not notice when those ugly petals disappear from their garden. Trapped beneath the shadows of their beautiful leaves,
Don’t stare at my hips and thighs, my lips, my neck, with accusations in your eyes Don’t think your looks will make me cry and die inside and want to hide and fly on by mall-aisle five I don’t need your “pretty”
Sit back and enjoy my simple description, my easy to understand and lovely definition Of this word that I experience every day. When I walk to school or return home, When I cruise in my car to get to the store,