everyone thinks my outside is pretty.
my hair, my eyes, my clothes.
my outside may be pretty,
but its my inside that makes me ugly.
my personality, my soul.
my inside is filled with so much anger and hate,
my mixed up ,confused head.
nothing makes sense, i'm losing my mind.
my inside is ugly.
because i'm a terrible friend. a terrible sister. a terrible student. a terrible daughter. a terrible person.
so when i call myself ugly,
i'm not talking about my outside.
i'm talking about my inside.