Pretty Faces by Lizzie

There are pretty faces all around me. They are all around me. They laugh at me
and taunt me. I hate when they do that. The pretty faces think they are better
than me, but they aren't. Their hateful looks don't help either. Every hateful
look hurts so much. I admire them sometimes, and other times I flat out hate
them. I admire them when the pretty faces are nice. Hate comes when they are
admired and loved by most everyone else. Another thing that springs my hate is
when no one admires or acknowledges me. I really hate when the pretty faces
fail to acknowledge us, the people not in their league. They don't acknowledge
us just because we aren't up to their standards. It's not our fault, we can't
help it. When the pretty faces don't acknowledge us, it feels like a thousand
wasps' stings. I hate when that happens, it's just not fair. How we long to
hold the pretty faces in our hearts, but it's so difficult because they won't
let us in or give us a chance. It's not fair. Why can't we all just be equal in each other's eyes? Well, that is aquestion that no one can answer. The love that supposedly should spring out ofthis is determined by the people who are involved. It can only happen when thetwo sides can agree together. I wish that day would come soon. I really do,
because I'm really tired of not being acknowledged. It just hurts so much.