Sad poems

3.

Everybody wants to be pretty.
But I don't want to anymore
All the time, all I hear non-stop is how I'm so pretty
At family gatherings, it's not"oh I've missed you" it's "you've gotten so pretty"
My friends all tell me how I'm so lucky to have a face like mine.
If I'm so pretty, how come I don't feel pretty.
Nobody ever tells I'm nice, or caring, or that I'm good at something.
If I'm pretty, I think God made me this way because if I didn't have this going for me, I would have nothing.
It's hard when people don't think you're going to mount to anything, they just think you're going to marry to rich man because you're 'pretty'
I don't want to have the only thing going for me, to be beauty.
i mean sure it's nice but I want to go places, I want to finish my goals and go for my dreams
I want to change someone's life.
But nobody thinks I can do it
If I'm pretty, I don't want to be anymore.