Pretty

My soul is pink
With glitters all over.
My mom says
It's pretty.
But the glitters are
Falling off
And my soul looks dull.
My mom still says
It's pretty.
But the boys at school
Just laugh.
They say I'm
Fat and Ugly.
Maybe I really am.
I want Santa to
Bring me glitter
For christmas
So I can be pretty again.