
She became a public figure at fifteen,
But now she’s stuck at eighteen.
It all kickstarted with a writing competition,
Which made her figure out she had a gift for composition.
She put effort into building her writing skills,
Making sure opportunities to shine didn’t pass her by.
From writing to engineering, she was renowned,
But now she feels weighed down.
She doesn’t seem to know what the problem is,
But even with all her effort, there’s still no bliss.
She titled this “The Ugly Phase.”
For three years straight, she was an instrument of praise,
But now, she stands alone in a quiet haze.
She’s desperate to forge ahead, but confusion clouds her thoughts.
All her efforts seem to be brought to naught.
The ugly phase at eighteen —
Day by day, it’s the same old routine.
Nothing excites her about her life again.
It feels like she’s living the life of a 9–5 worker,
Who hates her job yet stays trapped in a routine,
Where she is forced to work to avoid becoming a pauper.
She’s nineteen now and giving life another chance.
She’s gonna see if once more, she can take a stance.
Oh, how desperate she is
To bring an end to THE UGLY PHASE.



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