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What do you think of my poem?
I cry desperate tears into my pillow
I spend countless hours in the mirror
Wishing I could change my face and size
Covering it all up with lies
I'm so blind from all the cries
Maybe I'm blinded by the tears in my eyes
Only seeing my faults and flaws
At my face and body I claw
I let what people say bring me down
On my face you see a frown
I start to feel ashamed of the way
I look I wish I had what all the pretty girls took
I can buy all the make-up maybeline can make But deep inside I'm still so insecure
I can wear the right clothes and style my hair
The feeling of self confidence is still so rare
What I don't realize is I'm beautiful
The one thing that I need to appreciate No matter what any boys or girls say
Is that I am Beautiful MY OWN WAY!