I let no one call me pretty
I can't
It hurts to much
Maybe it's because I know it's a lie
Or maybe it's because I know I'd be naive to believe it
Whenever the phrase is said
I think of my yellow teeth
The prominent pimples
My nonexistent curves
And wonder what the hell it is they see
Or, what they don't see
What they don't know
They don't know how many times I've just looked in the mirror
And cried at what I saw
They don't know how many times I've tried starving myself
Just to loose those few pounds
They don't know how many times I've thought
About ending it all

I'm not pretty
So it's better if we all accept it now
So I don't have to go through this monologue again
For the second time today                                              -G