What a pretty sight,
The small streaks of colour
That dare to expose themselves
To the world
What a pretty sight,
The vibrant splashes
That leak through my clothes
To the surface
I
Am not a pretty sight
My eyes are red and puffy
And I've stuffed myself with cake
I
Am not a pretty sight
There's too many folds in my body
And red spots all over my skin
My mum's got clear skin
My dad's not that fat
I'm the only one here
Who doesn't look perfect
Maybe I was born just to be laughed at
Maybe I'm not pretty enough to be human
What if my existence is only a thing
So that everyone else knows they're flawless?
Maybe they expected much more beauty
Maybe they cry like my mirror cause I'm so ugly
What if I was born on a different planet?
Would I look somewhat decent there?
I
Am not a pretty sight
You're all disgusted by my smiles
And the way I look in a dress
I
Am not a pretty sight
I know it's obvious
But it is that hard to lie?
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts to Poems
PoetryWriting whatever I'm thinking about as poetry, which hopefully explains the stupid title. Kep in mind, all of these will be as trash as the one I made for the cover. Some of these will be really specific. Just ignore that.
