Ugly Poem by Rebekah Rogers

I'm sick of being second rate
I think I want a different fate
Life is so unfair to me
I'm nothing that I want to be

I can't have anything I crave
I've even tried to hold my grave
But the world conspires against my will
And all alone I'm standing still

Getting tired, nauseous now
Slipping more, falling down
Looking up I try to pray
But I know even you won't stay

I thought I held a pretty thing
I closed my eyes and tried to sing
They tell me I was wonderful
But if I believe them I'm the fool

My skin has started to bother me
I itch and I'm too fat to sleep
I feel the knot beneath my skin
Another reason for giving in

I keep on saying it's not true
Denying all my roots to you
Cause you remind me of the time
I truly thought I had a mind.

No one hears the words I say
It's not likely they'd care anyways
But if I was pretty just like you
At least they'd love and hold me too.