Boys want her.
Girls envy her.
Kids worship her.
All because of her looks.
All because her dimples are deep.
Her teeth are straight and gleam.
Her eyes are clear and sparkly.
Her hair is long and shiny.
But no one sees the inside.
They don't see the pain she hides.
Don't see the tears she holds back.
No one sees her loneliness.
They don't take the time to ask.
They just assume she's alright.
All because she's pretty on the outside.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 11:48 AM UTC
Boys want her.
Girls envy her.
Kids worship her.
All because of her looks.
All because her dimples are deep.
Her teeth are straight and gleam.
Her eyes are clear and sparkly.
Her hair is long and shiny.
But no one sees the inside.
They don't see the pain she hides.
Don't see the tears she holds back.
No one sees her loneliness.
They don't take the time to ask.
They just assume she's alright.
All because she's pretty on the outside.
I kinda used the bullet for my valentine "Pretty on the Outside" but twisted it a bit.
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