Did you know that every time you called me ugly I believed it?
Did you know that I gave up a long time ago?
Did you know that I want to be that girl?
I want to be that girl with long hair, and gorgeous eyes
I want to be that girl who gets the guy
I want to be that girl who always looks beautiful
But instead I look like every other girl that you have ever ignored
I have never bothered to look nice because no one ever notices
I never opened because that would mean caring
So what happens to a dream deferred?
I'm not entirely sure
But my dream of not being alone
Of being that girl
Well that dream, is eating me alive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem