What I am will take years to figure out.
Yet I know I want to break out of this hard shell.
To become something as beautiful as a butterfly.
I know while I walk the streets people stop to stare to laugh and point
My family chooses to stay away from me so not to part of this BIG joke I call me.
I pray to be beautiful to be something.
Yet GOD chooses not to listen to make me suffer to show me I'm strong willed & should go on.
I'm afraid I don't have that power.
Nothing will come to me ever .
For this world we live in is superficial & looks matter for the most .
I shall always live in shame for I am ugly.