prey

I know I am pretty my friends say it all the time such wonderful girls they are but I don't know if I see it truly maybe theyre lying maybe I am one grey ugly ducling while hes everyones favorite golden goose no matter who he is He always transcends my feelings Does he see it? my so called beauty my skin that supossedly glows like gold or my hair that gallantly blows in the wind I dont cry because of him I cry because I will never be her. She has honey skin beautiful hair golden eyes and a heart of gold no one compares I am me I can people laugh they, no his laugh rings of honey I am sometimes pretty a look of face can sometimes make people happy I don't cry because of him I do not even cry because of her I cry because I dont always know who or what I am