The little puppet walked as fast as she could.
After she went home she opened the closet door and stared at the mirror.
She looked at herself,
and she started crying.
Crying and crying, as she cuddled in a corner.
But she was still crying.
And she cried until her body turned icy; until her head hurts like crazy; until her eyes turned sore.

She had no idea what was wrong, all she knows is that she's weak.
But it was not their fault. All they talked about and laughed about might be the truth.
It was her own fault.
She was too ugly.
That's why her new hairstyle made her look funny,
because she was ugly.

She thought she'll look better with the haircut, because her family said her eyes are pretty.
Her cousin thought the haircut was cute. Her mum thought it was nice.
And she went out with confidence, but came back with shame.
Good words are all lies.

She never thought she was pretty, but she thought she was 'okay'.
But now she knows she's ugly. And it all made sense.
Because only ugly people get laughed at.
Because only ugly people get bullied.
Because only ugly people have no one to love.
Because beautiful people are loved.
Because beautiful people have nice friends.
Because beautiful people can smile brightly.
Because beautiful people get to be bullies.
Because beautiful people don't have to care what others feel.
Because beautiful people are right, and ugly people are wrong.
Because ugly people look ugly.

Its enough for her little puppet heart. '
To think she even had a good dream this morning. Which was super rare.
But they are all lies.