Lonely, sad lost and despair..
Remember: It's the burning sun that glare
It's okay, if he doesn't like you,
your prince charming is somewhere waiting for you
If they bully you, laugh along
it will turn them to stew
Fat- thin, Short-tall, fair-dark-- doesn't describe you
It's your smile that beautifies you
Look at the mirror, to find the "best"
There's no comparison with the rest.
© Meenakshi Binani 
