Short Blues Song.
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I look in the mirror
Hating what I see
My nose is too big
And my eyes are to small
I’m five feet tall and I way one-hundred and seventy pounds
Strangers laugh at me when I am out in public
And I don’t have any friends pity me
And I am so lonely I talk to myself
I wish I had a man but that seems I will never get one
I tried all of these cosmetics
But they don’t do anything for me
I have no money for plastic surgery
And I have trouble getting a job
Whoa is me I am cursed with ugliness
But there is no way I can erase it
So I have to live it out
I’ll have take the cards that are drawn to me
And keep on suffering
Yeah…………………………………
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