When people see me they laygh.
At my face, at me...
but they don't know me,
not really.
You may think that I am just weird,
but I am like you, an individual.
You may think I am not preety,
that I am just an ugly girl
but there is more to me than that,
and if you must jugde me ,
then don't jugde me from my appearance,
from the make up I wear,
from the clothes I wear
but from the inside.
Inside I feel preety,
I feel rich,
even though I am quite poor.
What count's is me
and you may call me self centered
but to be honest I don't care,
because this is me
and nothing will take that away.
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