She hates

She hates her body, she hates her eyes.
She hates the way she smiles.

She hates her arms, she hates her shoulders
You look odd..!! the world told her.

That dress would've fitted her, had she been skinnier,
"External appearances don't matter." What a scoff..!! she wonders.

At least his new girl isn't having dull eyes and pale skin colour.
He must have obviously loved her better.

She sees the other girls and wishes,
Why don't my hair blow as gracefully as hers when the wind swishes..??

Its not her fault, she was never really made to believe she's beautiful,
Now she knows and firmly believes her appearance to be awful.

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, they say.
But for the things that lack beauty, what can the eyes do anyway.

She can never be someone's love at first sight, she can never be someone's last,
Wish she were like those beauty queens, wish she were also an art.