I was the pretty girl,
For a little moment,
For a freckle in time,
Putting on sheep's clothing
Parading in concealing makeup
And pretty silks.
I was the pretty girl,
Stared at across the room,
Ogled and desired,
Yet only looked at from a distance,
Kept at arms length.
I was the pretty girl,
Approached for short laughs,
Small talks, and quick greetings.
Constantly abandoned,
Left for 'better.'
But that's the thing,
I tricked you
It was a deception can't you see?
Making you think I was the pretty girl,
But wait, now that's all I ever was
And all I'll ever be.
YOU ARE READING
The poems I carved from my wounds
PoetrySomeone once told me life doesn't come at you it comes from you. You're the caption of your soul, the master of your fate. If that were true I'd have a phatty right now.
