Adams Poems

I Know

I have always been told how pretty I am
Sense I was a little girl
"Omg she's gonna grow up a model."
"Oh look how "grown up" she is."
"Your stunning."
"I wanna look like you."
But reagardless
I don't believe them
People always tell me they love me
I love you - Mom
I love you - Grandma
I love you - Best friend
I love you - Boyfriend
I still don't believe them
I see myself differently
I can see things other people don't
I see how bitchie I am
I see how dry I am
I see how much I ignore people
I see how much I have an attidude
I know
I also know I'm not alwayspretty
I have my days
But it's not every day
I know when I have red splotches on my face
And old greesy makeup on
I'm not pretty
I know that when I have thick tears pouring out of my eyes
I am not pretty
I know that when I'm in sweatpants and a thick T-shirt ontop of another thick T-shirt because the first one didn'ty make me warm enough
And a thick headband pulling my hair back making small fly-aways stick up straight
That I am not pretty.
                                  -Adam L Ventura