I hope being pretty is a choice.
Because if it is, I'd slam the switch on.
So that for once,
just for once,
I'd be able to feel that I am seen.
Just for once,
I want to feel loved even if it's just my face
that they want.
Just for once,
I want for someone to look at me
and praise my entirety.
Call me desperate,
for I am truly-
I won't deny it.
I just want for the world to look at
me for once,
with love in its eyes,
with softness in its hands,
and with all the greatest things
it can offer.
I want to be beautiful,
to feel beautiful,
and to be seen as someone worth of appreciation.
You can't blame me, for I have never
felt it in my entire life.
I am thirsty for the validation
that I never got
for having
this skin.
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PoetrySometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't seek help with picking the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. I want for us to cease believing that we are just inconvenience for others. I wrote this book as raw a...
