A Woman Suffering From Body Dysmorphic Disorder

I sit in the corner of the room, 
wishing no eye falls on me in the bloom

I feel unworthy. I feel downtrodden, 
I feel unlucky. I feel rotten. 
I feel like I am the ugliest girl in the room

I dare not pass any mirrors, 
I dare not see my reflections.
I feel like I am the ugliest girl in the room

I wish I was another, 
I wish my life was not such a bother. I wish I could be free, 
I wish I could live life in glee
I feel like I am the ugliest girl in the room

When the others pass me in the room, 
I know they sees my forced smiles. 
They see my farce however not my mentally difficult miles.

I feel so sad as I wish the world didn't see so much bad. 
I feel so sad. I know I maybe considered mad
I feel like I am the ugliest girl in the room

I wake up every morning, I wake up to me, 
I wish I was another. I wish I didn't have the bother 
Its like a overpopulating visual world. Who want the flawless. The clueless mould.
Beauty is like adornment of a precious and only ethereal Aphrodite pearl

They judge you on your external shell,
They don't want to know or even tell
If you don't have the ravishing radiance 
If you don't have the show stopping smile.

No one cares for your intellect or your super brain. 
No one cares if you are kind or one in a haystack find

They watch you like a hawk, If they find you can stimulate their talks
If they can brag about you. If they can tag you, 
Life seems like a fashion walk
I don't seem to cut the talk . 
I don't feel any more than baulk. 
I feel like I am the ugliest girl in the room

I know I have to fight it, I know I do. 
But why does it cut through me like a barb wire. 
Why does it make me tire.
I know I am not the best. I have gone through many a test. 
I am so tired now. I feel so low.
I feel like I am the ugliest girl in the room.