They say that I'm pretty,
Couldn't imagine me any other way,
They say that I'm pretty,
I get more beautiful every day.
They say that I'm pretty,
That I look so cool,
They say that I'm pretty,
But I feel like such a fool.
They say that I'm pretty,
Then why are my fingers always down my throat?
They say that I'm pretty,
I'm so light, in the air I could float.
They say that I'm pretty,
I couldn't get skinny any other way,
They say that I'm pretty,
When I just died today.
Sometimes the ugly truth, beautiful poem, memorable ending. -Kylie M. Lynch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it, you write and your words sing! ! ! ! ! AND it rhymes smoothly! ! ! keep writing stac xoxo