Nomorewars

Confessions of an ugly girl Some may say That we are ugly Some may say That we are fat Some may even go as far as to make comments Like "Man the harpoons!" And "Have a salad!" We are the ugly girls We are the ones who suffer Silently All day, every day And it's about time you people knew How we feel Our days start out Waking up That precious moment were we don't yet know That we must assume our positions as underdogs As the shadows that creep across the wall As the undesirable friend We do not yet know That we aren't good enough We get up, get dressed We see our bodies No matter what shape they really are We glare at them with hatred Wish

Confessions of an ugly girl Some may say That we are ugly Some may say That we are fat Some may even go as far as to make comments Like "Man the harpoons!" And "Have a salad!" We are the ugly girls We are the ones who suffer Silently All day, every day And it's about time you people knew How we feel Our days start out Waking up That precious moment were we don't yet know That we must assume our positions as underdogs As the shadows that creep across the wall As the undesirable friend We do not yet know That we aren't good enough We get up, get dressed We see our bodies No matter what shape they really are We glare at them with hatred Wish

Onions Like onions We are all of many layers. Good ones, bad ones. Bad onions, good onions. The first layer is the shell The thing people see first It's flaky and dry And nobody wants it. But the onion displays it anyway. Some have more, some have less. Its just the way it is. The next layer is a little better. Still dirty and useless, But at least this is an actual part. People show this layer When they open up to others. Still, it is removed. So lets keep digging. Layer three is where it starts. Its sweeter here, and somewhat useful. But it is still hard and protective. Peel. Now it's getting juicy. This layer is ta