Hey, back for a little while. Here's a new poem I wrote, let me know what you think.
A thousand times you've said I'm ugly,
And you always say I'm fat,
So when someone says I'm beautiful,
I think it's someone else they're looking at.
You tell me to lose weight,
And that as a girl I ought to wear a skirt,
But when you point out my imperfections,
You cause a tidal wave of hurt.
Maybe I should resort to plastic surgery,
Make myself throw up in the loo,
If I starve myself for a little while,
Will I then be pretty in your view?
Perhaps I should get a nose job,
And dress like the girl's on T.V,
Or dye my hair Barbie blonde,
Just change myself completely.
If I diet till I'm skeleton thin,
And wear tight revealing clothes,
Will you think I'm beautiful,
Like all those other hoes?
You never say I'm beautiful,
And if you can't then who?
For if my own father says I'm ugly,
I guess it must be true.