Unpretty:
I know you call me beautiful and that you can see the real me
I don't know what to say anymore
I don't feel pretty anymore
When I walk down the road
I don't feel like pretty girl which you tell me you see
Not sure whether I will be a pretty girl
So as I look at the make up that is meant to make me feel pretty
It only makes me feel unpretty
I begin to remove the layers of the make up
Which men seem to like
Looking at myself in the mirror
I see myself for who I am
No layers, No hiding
Me
And Guess what I am very Pretty
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Musings
PoetryThis Started as one poem has has quickly has become one after another. They are not groundbreaking poetry, They are Musings... of little things that pop into my head. Some full of hope other full of pain others just random. Either way I am not the g...
