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He says he loves her because she has a pretty face
He says he loves her because she looks cute
He says he loves her because everyone else does
He loves her even though he does not know her
And nobody loves me
Because I don't have a pretty face
Because i'm not the perfect one you're looking for
Because mention my name and the people will look at you with blank faces
I guess I'm just not good enough
To be loved
Even though I'd go out of my way to do anything you asked
Even though I notice all the little things that make you sad and I would try to make you feel better
Even though I'd smile for you when you're broken and I'm breaking inside too
I'm just the nice girl
Who's great to be friends with
But who could ever like me for me?
People these days
Fall in love with faces and not souls
They think they're in love
When they see a beautifully sculpted face
So why do I even hope? Why do I even try?
There's no chance for a face sculpted like mine
Chipped at the edges and marred with mistakes
People like to say
Beauty isn't skin deep
But I guess they lied
Because they still throw themselves to the ground
Over those with the prettiest faces
YOU ARE READING
The Colour of Sadness
PoesíaFinding the beauty and colour in the broken words of this world.
