I am the one no one wishes to look at, including myself.
I am the one, who is scared of their own reflection.
Me.
Answer me this, will I ever turn into that graceful swan everyone admires, or will I just stay the way I am; ugly and dreadful, something no one wishes to love?
My feathers are starting to pale and become disgusting.
My beak, is as horrid as can be.
My wings are the things that are preventing my from flying.
My webbed feet, they are the part of my day where I have to look past my fat belly, and frown at.
Nothing about me is beautiful. Not my my loud quacks. Not my dead eyes. Nor my pale and dirty feathers. Not my fat body. My ugly feet. Nothing.
I AM THE UGLY DUCKLING. But will I ever turn into that swan? Or will I just remain the horrible, fat and ugly thing I am. But soon, with no one else to comfort me as I frown upon myself
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