Beautiful I am not.
Everyone knows this.
All my life, I feel this way.
Unlike most teens, I was quiet,
Timid, but very smart. Not beautiful.
I'll never be that. Don't tell me otherwise,
For fear that an ego will grow upon mf fragile head.
Urban hideousness is what I am. I've grown up knowing this. I'll
Live life as I am, ugly, smart, never being physically attractive. But I'm okay with this.