Pretty people

Enter the revolting room...
Everywhere around us we're flooded by pictures of pretty people.
Making me feel bad about myself, the confrontation with the frustration
which is my body. Creating the perfect image for us all,
indoctrinating our views. Taught to be as "cool" as you can be.
Feeling like a fucking freak kicked and overrun by the masses
which hate me. Nothing gets easier.
I accept this ugly shell which hides my real being. The
surface is so cold and worthless but still
the roots are deep.
Stare all the image of beauty telling myself to fuck off.
Telling the world to leave me alone as I found out I'm too
late once more. Not keeping up appearances and
feeling part of realistic,"real", people. Abandon fake aesthetic
disguises to accept myself for what I am.
An ugly "fucked up" freak like I have always been.