Look at that girl

Sheesh, what a mess

Lackluster hair pulled back in an unattractive bun

Bushy eyebrows and too high oily forehead

Still has a few zits, shouldn't that be over by now?

Too broad shoulders scarred from her scratching at her acne

On her hands, fingernails bitten to the quick and warts

Something of a Budda belly

Strech marks on her theighs

And, my goodness, what ugly feet

Not much to look at is she

What a screw up

No one would believe the twisted sick stuff that goes on behind those eyes

How many times has she lain in the shower and sobbed?

She's found the man she's going to marry and still can't stop

What is her problem. . .

As if crying would undo what she just did

It just lets her off her guilt cheap

She is shy

No, a coward

That's what she is

Scared to go to the checkout or order food by herself

Afraid to go around people she doesn't know

Starts shaking if she's in front of even a tiny crowd

She doesn't trust anyone

Always assumes the worst even when she has no reason to do so

Everything is a lie to her

She thinks everyone talks behind her back

Everyone hates her

If you don't act /perfectly/ towards her she thinks you hate her

One wrong word and bam!

You've broken her poor little heart

She messes up everything she touches

This girl cannot do anything right

Lets her siblings trash the house while she's off in a la-la land

Burns dinner to an inedible crisp

Totally goofs her lines

Couldn't dance to save her life

Better cover your ears if she starts to sing

Don't lend her anything, cause she'll completely destroy it

If she says she's gonna do something for you, be prepared to wait for a long time

Forgets to give presents at christmas and birthdays

Can't do anything on the computer

Complete slob

She ruins her own dreams!

Won't go the extra that it's gonna take

Expects things to just fall into her lap

And when she gets that chance

Blows it

She's ruined her life a thousand times over!

Screwup

Coward

Ugly

Two-faced

Wreck

Female dog. . .

That's what I think of the girl I'm looking at

In the mirror

She's looking back at me

Back into my eyes

I wonder. . .

What does she think of me?