With all my curves
And my short hair
I feel other than beautiful...
Not that you'd ever care.
You look me up and down.
Disappointment on your stare...
And when you turn away,
It's over right then and there.
Unsatisfied, you tell others;
Of the mess that I can be...
And so I start all over
I hide the real me.
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 1:38 PM UTC
With all my curves
And my short hair
I feel other than beautiful...
Not that you'd ever care.
You look me up and down.
Disappointment on your stare...
And when you turn away,
It's over right then and there.
Unsatisfied, you tell others;
Of the mess that I can be...
And so I start all over
I hide the real me.
