If wishes felt like rain,

Then I certainly am a storm,

I imagine in my brain,

The hope that I can conform.

I paint my face,

With makeup and such,

In hopes I can replace,

This ugly flush.

I cry and I cry,

Pray and I pray,

That I could just die,

But today is not that day.

But as time passes,

I felt myself change,

I embraced my rashes,

Though I seem strange.

I love me for me,

Flaws and all,

I know I can be,

Pretty as a doll.