I'm pretty. I know I'm not ugly.
I decided that.
Beauty is a choice.
I take care of myself.
I love people.
So I am kind.
I smile for years.
I have empathy in my tears.
I laugh till it's pain.
I hurt and feel good.
I'm honest with them.
I'm honest with myself.
Yet, I still have no clue
how it has felt.
I have loved men.
Or at least I think I have.
I haven't been loved back.
This leaves me to wonder...
is it that...
I'm unlovable?