If I Was Prettier.

I wear glasses,

Have braces,

And spots all over me.

I am a little different,

You’ll never like me.

I can’t sing,

Nor dance,

Or flick my short hair.

But that doesn’t mean,

That I’m not there.

When you walk past,

It always seems,

That if I was prettier,

You’ll be with me.

But now I’ve learnt,

That you’re a jerk.

‘Cause u choose girls,

By the way, they flirt.

By J.K. Panesar