Changes

When I was a baby or a little child I had a good life
Pretty eyes, chubby little cheeks, perfect long, shiny, ebony black hair
I had a great life till I was eight
That's when my life changed for the worse
My pretty little eyes are now covered with glasses
My chubby little cheeks are now covered with acne
My perfect hair is now filled with lice
When I was seven I was cute and had tons of friends
When I was five a boy used to like me
And now I'm twelve and crazy about boys
But, do the boys feel the same way?
No, why would they?
I'm not as skinny or pretty
Not popular or perfect
Will I ever change back to what I used to be?
Will I go back to they way I used to be?
I hear that if you were not so pretty as a child,
You somehow get pretty as you get older,
But, soon you turn back to what you used to be
And if you were pretty as a child,
You turn ugly later,
But, somehow go back to the way you were
But, will that ever happen to me?
If so, when?
I wait for that day,
But, I'm starting to lose hope
Should I end my life?
Or wait a little longer?