People tell me I'm beautiful, yet it never cures my pain.
I walk every day with people from different countries and race,
but always feels like I'm on my own street.
They look at me, as if I'm always doing something wrong,
or that I have ketchup somewhere, where it doesn't belong.
I always try to downsize, what I think people hate to see,
or that is wrong for me to have, a person like me.
Sometimes I do think I'm on top of the world,
but don't we all try and stay strong?
I hate that all they care about is appearance
and what society says people are supposedly today.
I'm not a bitch, just because I dress from magazines,
or a slut because your boyfriend might like me.
I am who I am, this is me and now I know I can't change,
but at least give what you think are beautiful people a chance,
their not all what their made out to be.
 
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