She's not your ideal type of girl.
She doesn't wear miniskirts that swirl.
She has pimples on her face
She doesn't have the body with curves.
And she easily get on one's nerves.
Her skin is not flawless,
It has scars and damages.
She's the type that anyone replaces.
No one seems to like her,
Unless she'll be prettier.
She's not any man's dream.
But still, she smiles with a beam.
No one wants to sing her hymn,
And her beauty seems to dim.
But still, in her eyes, there's a gleam.
She knows she's not a beauty,
No one will be with her if she's not pretty.
The society see her as "ugly".
But despite of that, she's still happy.
Cause she loves herself wholeheartedly.
And someday, her beauty won't matter.
She will no longer suffer.
There will be people who'll accept her.
Her inside beauty will shine and glow,
And someone will love her like there's no tomorrow.