We all follow the conformist world
the thought that beauty is but a bodily figure
that the thoughts of the shunned are but a thrill
yet they taunt and ask why we pull the trigger
the faces of the "perfect" can support no life
for the ones so called "pretty" cant have their own
and yet they tease cause we feel and then cry
in the tears that they mocked we will drown
whose to say that we aren't perfect
why can they call us ugly
but i know we have what they wont get
one thing that will leave them lonely
The most gorgeous thing of all...
A heart
Author notes
i hate people who pick their friends based on looks and fake appearances. this is for all those with no life of their own
A contest entry
- 0 by Lauren Noir.
850 points, ended June 2, 2007, 27 entries
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aww babe lol thats true
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