They all say I'm pretty
That I light up the room
That I make a statement.
They say I'm pretty
Yet,
Why does nobody else believe it?
Why does nobody else see it?
If I'm really pretty,
How come nobody has ever asked me out?
Why hasn't anyone given me the time of day romantically?
I can believe them
Sometimes
Sometimes I can see the beauty within myself
But most often
I can't see it
I can't help but think they're all lying to me
To make me feel better
I hope they aren't
I hope that one day someone will prove my worries false.
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My Poetry
PoetryMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 17 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
