Metamorphosis
There was a time when I felt pretty, when I was pretty. That time has been gone for years.
There was a time when I knew I was pretty. That time, too, has passed.
There was a time when I realized that being pretty had ruined my life. That time, most recent, has left me as well.
There was a time when I found it no longer mattered. That time is now.
Standalone.
There was a time when I knew I was pretty. That time, too, has passed.
There was a time when I realized that being pretty had ruined my life. That time, most recent, has left me as well.
There was a time when I found it no longer mattered. That time is now.
Standalone.