Since elementary school I have been so insecure for the way I looked
I always looked at the pretty girls and always thinking
why cant I be like her?
she's so pretty and perfect
she had this long silky hair, pretty eyes, perfect body, perfect personality, and many people like her
she's so smart and talented
she cares about her friends and her family
while me I have a flat body, acne, and I'm not pretty
not many people like me
I tried so hard to be everyone's friend
but ended up being bullied
why can't I be like her?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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