I just keep crying
over myself
because I'm not pretty
not even remotely
because I just want to feel beautiful
for once in my life
I have to stop
but I can't
so I cry
and I stare at my reflection
and hate what I see
so I hide
and sob
and cower
because I can't
be pretty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem