I change my hair and make-up
Almost ten times a day,
In hopes that someone see's me,
That you might glance my way.
I long to be notice,
To stand out in a crowd
But when I try to talk-
I feel I am to loud.
I'm not considered popular,
I'm not considered hot,
No one knows I'm there,
Im the girl that life forgot.
I'll pull my skirt up a little higher
My top down some more,
I'll be everything you've ever wanted-
Then you'll consider me a whore.
I'll cut my wrists,
And even if we've never met,
You'll think I'm weird,
But I need to know- Am I pretty enough yet?
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