Pretty Girl

You couldv'e been somebody

You know,

I don't tell them I am ashamed

Shame is a bad thing

You know,

It keeps you down

For those who do not belong here,

But are here

My skinny arms,

My feet are ugly

I dont have nice clothes

I am ashamed,

But this isn't it 

It doesnt matter

Don't tell them,

But you are the prettiest girl here.




I love this... in a sort of strange way it speaks to me.

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