never will I be pretty
no one cares
uneven hair with
no wig to wear
never pretty with
four eyes
two of them too wide to be
normal
never pretty with no parents
with motivation to love me
and make me feel wanted
never pretty with baggy dark
eyes from all the tears that I’ve cried
from the late nights of sorrow
to early mornings of hunger
never pretty
I wish I had a thrapist to express
the angryness I feel towards this world
but with no money
never pretty
never happy
always content but it’s never enough
always looking for a quid pro quo but
it’s never enough
nothing will ever be enough to erase the pain
from my vains that flows like an epidemic
never ending and contagious
I can’t take it.
It boils up inside of me
so hot it hurts to breathe
and I can’t belive I was put on Earth this way
suffering in a hell of poverty
never pretty
trying to impress the one I love
but he doesn’t need those stupid Ugg boots
because he loves me for me
no extra accessories
I can’t believe I found someone so caring.
If the world just had him and me everything
would be oh so peachy
but still
I’d never feel pretty.
Feeling like I’m not enough
without the nice hair,
strong voice, and similar ideas
we clash sometimes so I feel like
I’m wasting his time
because he could have a girl so much more
agreeing
and no matter how many times he says
he only wants me
I dont feel pretty.
So somtimes I sit alone and feed myself compliments
trying to make sense
like the rest of the world
‘5 everday keeps the saddness away!’
they say
but still
I am
never pretty