Spots Changed

I wanted to change my spots,
So I went out and discovered away.
Surgery to change my appearance.
I booked it, my secret day.

Forever it seemed I was single,
My looks never good enough.
I wanted to prove them all wrong.
A common pigeon, to become a dove.

The day came and so did the pain.
But, maybe it'll earn me a place...
Among the people I consider beautiful,
Among the women, the prince charming race.

So my night came, my big reveal.
With hope I walked into the room.
Hoping no one would recognise me,
That this bud, had finally bloomed.

But nothing seemed to change,
Mere questions about what is done.
They still knew I was below them.
Personality, over looks had one.

No matter how much I changed,
They'd always know that I wasn't one of them.
I may have changed my spots,
But my personalities the brighter gem.

©Odd 22/12/12