22 December 2012
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
Spots Changed • Opuss № I