29 October 2012
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?
Am I Pretty Yet? • Opuss № I