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She looks at her self in the mirror. The pain in her heart is like no other  in the world. She looks at the imperfections  in her self.  “Why am I so ugly”
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I agreed when she called the world ugly, When she whined it was a washed-out warped place. Said I hated when weather was sunny, Scorned sensations of summer on my face.
Every day I force myself to think the same thoughts To feel the same feelings that I am worthless that I am ugly That I am fat
Skin, smooth and tan, a glow That the sun envy’s and the skies adore A look so divine that I’ll never know Curly hair delicately intertwined
Mirrors would always tell the ugliest truths Reflection found in front face camera or frankly placed in front of bathroom sink faucets fed the unacceptable attributes Unallowing any filter or photoshop on face or body
Oh, no I've done it again Cut, cut, cut With my pen   Cut out the pain Time and time again I've watched blood Go down the drain   When they find my body
Books and bags define it as price tagsMoney for short skirts and heelsFriends and peers define it with jeersAs whoever can eat the least mealsThe jeered have fear that they'll never hear
Nobody wants to see beauty. In the uglyIn the sink, in the suffering dailyIn all the days before they die,The moments before they sleepSomeone is taking awful chances with chemicals in their body
imperfection is a pimple. an irregularity, red and raised in the middle of your face when you are 11 to you it is unfamiliar so you buy concealer
Love is not chocolates and heart-shaped candy ,Nor be it candlelight and eloquent dinners,In the crowded, glowing midnight city,Nor be it dressed in soft furs,  
Once upon a time in a muggy little pond Lived a family of feathers in a crappy little nest The nest was fine to hold the six, while still and round and small. But not too long those eggs will hatch,
A terrible year That’s the least you could say With every doctors that looked at me with sadness To the words that suddenly came out “You have cancer”
I wasn't always jaded I never really hated the judging eyes, the self-centered smiles, or the fakeness on their faces. I didn't dislike the quiet animosity,  the way they always looked at me,
There's a battle out there- this world's got a scheme To take the 'you' and replace it with 'me' That's what they call the Hollywood machine- It just starts with one flaw may never have seen
I am so over things being aesthetically pleasing. I am so over someone choosing one thing over another because they think it is more beautiful. We are all culprits. But since when is symmetry all that we care about?
The beauty of the world has been masked with a false sense of acceptanceYou are designed In his favor and you aren't even smart enough to accept itWe simply continue to reflect on the irrelevant and neglect what's most import
I hate wiener dogs  I don't care what you say My uncle had one  And that dog was gay   With his ugly wiener face  And his long wiener body His long wiener toe nails
Something in my heart is suffocating Alive still, but slowly fading This feeling of something dying With constant pain and trying   Why won't someone love? Why won't someone care?
Life Easygoing. Nurturing. Energetic the Tinkling of a Laugh Music to my Ears   like the Leaves of a tall Pine                       we are green                                 Full of
One thing that's been both a blessing and a curse in my life is my ability to see all that's amazingly good in a person; and those are the parts I fallin love with.
I’m the ugly brambly bush I sit in the dead field With all the dead grass I’m surrounded by weeds And no gardener dare tend me  
As the tears fall
Do you see beautiful? Do you... Well... Do you see beautiful in me? Sorry for asking. It's just, Maybe beautiful is A choice, not a birthright.
I sit in a room A dark and cold room A lifeless,
 dank room   In the corner I sit I sit and wait I wait for hours From days to week  
I’m short. Really? Are you SERIOUS? I NEVER noticed! Thank you for informing me. I was hoping 5’ 3” would be tall enough to reach the cupboard Without standing on my toes
i hate my scars. they are not lovely, they are not bravery.  they dictate my life. they tell me what i can wear, where to go who i can trust, who i can love...
....... But what if Beauty was a book Not to be judged by its cover but an inward look Much like the "fetridekyi" which doesnt have a nice appearance but we the Ewes still cook
During my birth and in my life I didnt come alone: I came with a wife
"Who is that?" you ask as you stare her way. shes changed so much. "Why is she like that?" you wonder everyday. "Look at her stomach!" You say, grossed out. She hates herself
All I did was love you While you snuck out and gave your love to another But all she wanted was your money And now look who's the sucker   After you made me sign that waiver
Mirrors tell the truth, you see They are blunt and honest, the worst but best kind too It's hard trying to see yourself when it's impossible too. You can't count on people's words either.
The swallowed voice, that wallows from the pit of my soul, Speaks in the desolate ancient tongue of Sultans,
When I used to look in the mirror, I would see A girl who struggled, but yet was sometimes pretty. I struggled with my relationship with my family. Although they clothed, fed, housed, and spoiled me,
i wake up in the mornings with a smile on my face that is suddenly erased the moment i step foot onto my school campus the people that surround me couldnt give a damn about me
The days slowly creep past me, so suddenly And as the deepest orange sunray peek upon the horizon before making its appearance.. I'm alive
I thought about what it would be like Without you. I thought about how that would change me For flowers bloom and trees root With the beckoning of spring, And the chills of winter
Why you felt more confindent harassing me alone? You called us friends, because you thought it was funny to see me crumble. I only smiled because mouth had malfunction and fail to say STOP!
Have you ever felt that hollowness inside, That feeling that no one understands you? After hearing of emos and man-periods, The really not serious descriptions of depression,
There will always be pain in Beauty, But I still don't know how victory looks like. Beauty sounds so close, But temporarly comes & goes.
Sitting alone Knowing what I have done
  Look at those girls in the magazine!
The Butterfly,is so vibrant, so enchanting, and so pretty!
I was 8 years old. My light up sketchers with my pink book bag outshined the sun and my smile. Entering the school with excitement I hear one kid say "Woah shes fat"  That day sticks with me/
Screw the people who break us down so much, that we become senseless and open If that’s an opportunity, damn, love, just consider me your token Let’s strip the truth of all its beauty
When I look at their faces, Drenched in perfection, When I flip the pages, I look into their eyes, like they're masked in disguise, they look so ideal, This cannot be real,
When something beautiful is destroyed,  It grows back twisted and ugly.  You will find it hiding from the sun in fear,
I hope you never kiss your mother With that mouth Hatred would pour from your lips Filling the one person who loves you   I was raised by men as hateful as you
We are all born with a name.
The world has lost its innocence,
I look in the mirror My smile fades Disgust overwhelms me  As I go through each day Why am I living? Why am I here? Just to disappoint Living with fear I'm never good enough
He called her ugly. He believes she is ugly. He hurts her. He is ugly. She is beautiful. She is strong. She loved him. He is ugly.
I look out the window at the quiet absence, In the stillness of a dull summer night, I smell the chlorine in my hair as I bite its frail ends. Its sunny color washed out by the moonlight,
135 pounds?! There's no such thing as having an eating disorder when you're so fat Eating disorders are for the skinny people For my friend, who is 105 pounds and eats whatever she wants  
Why stand alone when the battle is nearly won Why stand alone eventho the odds are against your will
I realize it is this skin! For some unspoken words it is this skin Does it bare a mark of ancestral sin? How when they built this country on their bakcs and tears and blood.
The laughter still going in and out,in and out,in and out of her mind.It echoes in her ears so strong,From her high-water pants,and to all four of her big hazel eyes.None of the hurt,
Love is beautiful.   in the way the moon illuminates the night.   and in the way breath fills the lungs.   Love is beautiful in the way warm sand kisses cold feet.  
Here is a word, or maybe some more I guarantee, simple is bold   We see the unseen And feel the signals The signals of heart   But there are choices Choices to be made
I look in the mirror, but I don’t see my face, I see a lot of things that are pretty                   out of place. I gather my tools and I primp and I fashion, A mask to hide The flaws I imagined. 
(poems go here)   Looking at her with her Chinchilla fur. Lady of Guidance and Grace only to shut you down in your face. With her arrogant brow she demands all to take a bow .
It would say: For eyeliner, mascara, blush, and concealer, All there for girls appeasement And there magical purpose Remains to bring about disguise
There has been a monster in the mirror Her stormy gray eyes Flicker with fright Yellow chipped teeth Hide behind paper thin lips Ghost like skin With veins so blue Wrapped around a frame
I just want to be pretty. I don’t want to be bangable, hot, sexy. No. I just want to be pretty. I want to be that girl that people can fall in love with at first sight. I want to be that girl that people get lost in when looking into my eyes.
I wish Just once I could look in the mirror And not Want To Scream. All I ever see Is that thing in the mirror That everyone says Is me.
What is ugly? One might ask, When appearance is nothing but a mask. Pretty features that work to hide One's true potential that lies inside
All the talent in the world won’t save you if you are ugly! You try to have confidence But the moment you stand, you are beaten! You aren’t loved! You aren’t worthy!
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