Ugly.
I will never be
beautiful.
I'm
useless.
It's a lie to say I am
going to make it.*
I am
Different from the other girls.
I am
not pretty.
Ugly.
I am not like them. They are
better.
My life will only get
worse.
I can't expect to get
My life in my hands.
It's time to end this, to take it.
If you read it bottom to top instead, it's a positive poem :)