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 :)