I always wanted to be beautiful.
Everyone used to tell me i was.
Except everybody i wanted to believe never believed it.
I had this voice telling to do everything i can do.
So i changed everything i could.
First off my hair.
The cut, colour the styles.
My ears got my 2nd 3rd and one right at the top.
Then i began to see the way i dressed.
I found so many different looks.
I spoke different i changed my whole personality.
Except i didn't like all this.
They only thought i was beautiful because they thought i liked them so much i wanted to be like them.
They told me to do these things and i could never give in to them.
So i walked away from them and thought its better to act like a human being than to be a bully.