Matt Miller

Pretty Faces - Poem by Matt Miller

I'm sick of all these people, with all their pretty faces
Why can't they be like me, and all have ugly faces
Why was I made like this, with no hope of being wanted
While they walk around all day, always being hunted
I'm the only ugly one, the rest are always happy
Why can't I be like that for once, my life is just trashy
I actually have to try, they naturally are blessed
With all their pretty faces, mine is just a mess

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 16, 2012

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