Love,
What a waste of time,
Nothing goes the way you want,
People judge,
The way you look,
Teenage mothers going it alone,
Single people having fun,
Married couples raising families.
Everyone having a good old time.
And then there's us,
The ugly people,
Who never get asked,
Never get kissed,
Never get the respect we deserve.
Because we're just the ugly people.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
tammi, OK! so i read this poem. and i did LIKE it quite a bit. at least this one doesn't mention death. good luck with motherhood. and the rest of your life as well. OK. i'll read one more. thanks for sharing. bri