Lipstick on a pig

A Poem by Eli

There was no category for monologue but that’s what this is

In freshman year, I didn’t think I was ugly. I didn’t think I was anything really. I had brown hair and green eyes and that’s all I knew. It’s all I wanted to know. And even if I had found out that I was ugly sooner, I couldn’t have done anything about it anyway. No amount of mascara or lipgloss or anything will fix what I look like. Looking like me has got me this far at least. Sitting in a car with someone who loves me, even if he doesn’t love looking at me. I don’t think it should matter what I look like. I didn’t know it did. That’s why I never wore makeup. I didn’t think I had anything to hide.