They all think I'm ugly
"You don't want to be like her !"
Poor child
no boyfriends
she may never be anything

So I pretend not to care
but I do
I didn't choose to be born
with these looks this face this body

But everything in the world
has a purpose
And I know my purpose
Its greater than anything the pretty ones
can image
Greater than the pretty ones purpose

My mind reaches around the world
and out to the universe
The pretty ones mind only goes
to what to wear on the next date

My feelings are easily moved
to anyone or anything
other than myself
While its difficult
for the pretty ones to worry
about anyone but herself

Yes, I am what the pretty ones
call ugly
But the pretty ones are
what I call incomplete