Mar 2019
I look into the mirror and I hate what I see.
There's an ugly girl looking back at me.
Her nose is long and her teeth are big.
Her hair is so long it could be a wig.
I look at her in the mirror and i get sad.
I am that person, and I look bad.
People say that I'm pretty, but I can't see why.
When I look at myself I want to cry.
There's an ugly girl looking back at me.
Her nose is long and her teeth are big.
Her hair is so long it could be a wig.
I look at her in the mirror and i get sad.
I am that person, and I look bad.
People say that I'm pretty, but I can't see why.
When I look at myself I want to cry.
This is depressing for a first poem haha, but it's also 1:00 in the morning. Won't get much better that this.
