I'm not pretty
Not like the other girls
I'm not pretty, not in this world
I'm not beautiful*
While my friends exude this aura of supermodels
I'm stuck, cursing myself for not being invisible
I'm not pretty
While my friends sit around the table
Sharing, yet again, their *** escapades and those fables
I realize that not one single guy has taken interest in me
I know I shouldn't live life with this attitude, with this constant self-loathing
But it isn't just a sudden thought
It's in the pit of my stomach, like a knot
It's the foundation to all of my buried epiphanies
It's the root to all of my deepest insecurities
I'm not pretty
And I don't know if I'm meant to be