Self
I look fat
I feel ugly
I know I’m disgusting.
I’m not worthy
of this hair
or these eyes.
So pretty these I despise
giving me hope I can be beautiful.
Look at the rest of me that dream’s pitiful.
This poem is about:
Our world
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