Category : Poems
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I wanna feel pretty.
I wish that I could have made who I wanna be.
I wish that we could all feel positive and feel that we're beautifully made.
Words hurt and they make us bleed.
Don't you wanna feel pretty.
Wishing that I could make myself of who I want to be.
What I wanna look like and the size.
Why does the reflection hurt
Why does it melt me to see
And those dreams they reminded me that I wasn't pure beauty to your eye's.
Nightmares won't stop
And those harsh word's will forever taunt me.