Pretty?
Why am I not pretty?
I see all the other girls
All so pretty.
Looking myself in the mirror
Is such a scare.
Maybe I am pretty?
Am I?
Sometimes, when I look in the mirror
I say to myself
“Wow, I’m so pretty!”
But deep down
I know I’m lying.
I wish I was pretty
Then I wouldn’t think badly of myself
And not be lonely
But that’s just in my dreams
Because I will never be pretty.
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