I was never the 'pretty' one, I could be the funny one or the craziest one but never the prettiest one.
The prettiest people where the people that had a small nose, almond eyes and big lips. I didn't have that at all. But I wanted to be the pretty one.
I wanted to know how it felt to get so much attention, but no. I was the funny one and that was all that mattered
JE LEEST
The Feeling tree
PoetryThis poetry story is about my thoughts in lofe and how I feel about it.
