a poem.
I've heard people say "you're not ugly",
But they hesitated subtly.
It's not that I'm atrocious to look at,
I've never suffered bullying, never been called fat.
I'm not disgusting, I'm just not pretty.
People don't tell me that out of pitty.
It's not like I completely hate my face, no I don't,
It's just that it isn't pleasant to look at, so you won't.
There's a reason guys don't look at me, don't find me attractive.
There's a reason nobody ever gives me compliments, they're not interactive.
It's because I'm not pretty, it's because of my face,
It's because after seeing me, they'll never be phased.
I've asked people to admit it, to face the facts,
To tell me in my face, courage they lack.
I've never been beautiful and it's easy to see,
You won't even hurt me by saying it, it will only please me,
To, for once, hear the truth that's unfiltered and raw,
I don't want any white lies, they attack me like claws.
For once I want the real thing, what you really think of me,
Because I'm not pleasing, I'm a 5 out of 10, I think you're able to see.
The only thing that hurts me is when my friends get compliments,
I'm completely ignored, to be a pretty human I'm not competent.
I'd better hear "you're ugly" than be ignored completely,
I'd better be fucking ugly than stand there sheepishly.
And you may think that I am the one who overthinks everything,
But isn't it all of you who treat beauty as a huge thing.
If you wouldn't overthink it more than me,
You wouldn't be scared of admitting the truth to me.
Most of the people I know are prettier,
I don't deny the fact, I'm much shittier,
Because they're gorgeous, but you know what sucks?
They cry that they look bad, even though they have the best look luck.
People don't like my face, almost everything about it,
I know I'm not pretty, I don't even doubt it.
I hope you all will become brave, not cowards,
And finally tell me the truth, instead of making me turn sour.
And don't tell me I look pretty now, just because you've read this,
Because that's what they always do, because to them it's effortless.
For once tell me the truth, because I'm the only one that's okay with it,
I'm the only one who's accepted it, who isn't scared to mess with it.
Don't tell me that "beauty is on the inside",
Don't you dare hide under the untruths you lied.
For once, don't fuck with me, 'cause I'll just grow colder,
And don't even try to pull out your "beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder".