I am not what you think I am. I am nowhere near as beautiful or sexy as you attempt to make me believe. I look at myself, and compare my imperfections to the perfect, 'plastic' people in the street. They are the beautiful people, they may not have a true soul, but who cares about that? As long as your looks turn heads and stop traffic, your set for life. I neither have looks nor an honest soul, so, what am I? I'm not smart, and im not pretty. To you I may be the most beautifulest girl in the world, but to myself, I am ugly from the outside in.