This poem isn't perfect but it was something I was feeling one night last year.
I take a look in the mirror, I don’t like much what I see who is this person reflecting back? certinley dosen’t look like me
Some people stop and stare, for what? is something wrong with my hair? I admit though I don’t always feel this way as I have my days and other times I don’t even care.
Short and very chubby I will never look as good as some it’s a wonder though because even I still feel shunned.
I wish I could take a step back and see what other’s see in me Tall, thin and beautiful just wasn’t on the list of features that were meant to be for me.
They say that beauty is only skin deep but for me it’s hard to believe for if I was some kind of beauty I wouldn’t be sitting here today and wondering what it is that other’s see within me.
That's a great poem -- I feel that way sometimes too Sometimes I feel like life's not fair -- but to me, you're beautiful inside and out. And I don't think your poem is cheesey at all!
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But, oh, what a beautiful thing when you sing Hear all them bells ringing out in the street Hammer strikes the metal and it makes me believe 'Cause if I don't believe in love Then I don't believe in you And I do ~Ryan Adams