“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 never
felt it in my entire
life. I am thirsty
for the attention
that I never got
for having
this skin.”
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PoetrySometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't see anyone around to help us pick the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. But I don't want for us to stay living with that mindset, because I still believe that help...
