To others she is a rat
a useless ugly bat
they say she isn't worth it
that no one would ever like IT
pimples, glasses, frizzy hair
the worthless child in despair
no one is anything like her
and there's not a friend that would ever care
she sees the swans and the perfect tan
walking with confidence, like their the man
chewed up nails and stubby fingers
bright red nose, like a star which lingers
head to the ground, not looking up
at the people that surround, they call her a mutt
short and tubby
but round and bubbly
looking at her with a giggle and a squinge
when they pick on her, she never does winge
no one is to see what lays within
because if they tried, they know that she'd win
