Disgusting face all out of place, nose out of joint.

As I look at myself in the mirror looking at myself in disappoint. 

Despise fills my eyes as I take off my layers. 

Some people tell me different but I do not believe those naysayers.

Is someone going to find me absolutely gorgeous?

Too much to ask. This worlds cruel, you get dealt with shit cards.

Alas beauty is skin deep…  Looks are not everything.

The rest of this poem doesn’t rhyme.