A curse laid on me—one that only exists in your worst nightmares

I may be beautiful on the outside, yet I’m filthy on the inside

“You’re the prettiest girl in the town” they say

Yet am I really? Because if they were to know the secret lying in front of me, surely I would be hanged

Here I am, staring at myself in the mirror, longing to have the slightest bit of beauty

Yet all I see, though, is an ugly creature—3 eyes, 5 horns, pitch black eyes, skin so dead it makes your stomach squirm—but that isn’t me, right?

I’m pretty, aren’t I? Why is it, though, that when I look in the mirror I can help but feel ugly?

Maybe because I am and everyone is lying—wouldn’t surprise me, though…

I’m a beast and you can’t change that! Don’t look at me for my ugliness is spreading…