sometimes, I just wish I was pretty enough.
pretty enough for being a friend,
pretty enough for being a lover,
pretty enough for being a perfect daughter,
pretty enough in everything,
even for being alive.
also for being my self.

sometimes, I wonder how it feels to be called as beautiful for being myself.
For the way I am, like, beautiful in and out.

I am not saying I wish I was one hundred percent perfect.
just pretty sure people get to see me the way I am.
not that 'pretty' the way I look by appearence.

and I, apologize to everyone who I ever met.
for every inch of my part that most of the time makes you barely breath
for every inch of my skin that makes you worry a lot and try to get rid of it
for every inch of my touch that left scars on yours

sorry for being me.