What if, the way I am isn't enough? Isn't there a place out there for the ugly? Yes, the ugly.
A song written for all the beautiful girls out there; the song did not sang to her. Her grumpy, wrinkled face, her constant obnoxious nagging, her irritating anger, made her a monster. Disheartening as it was, advice was approached ferociously. Outcomes, vain.
If you would open up and listen... they made her a clown, laughing and watching cynically from the corner of their eyes. In joint hands they threw anchors at her, hoping she would sink. Sink, to the bottom of the sea. Love was thorn of curses. Her heart ached to core.
What was supposed to be sweet and memorable had now turn sour. Relationship had become rivals and enemies, plotting defeats against each other. This was not how it should be... It left her anesthetic. Reflections countered the nights sleepless.
What better ways? Help me.