I guess I don't exactly know what I want to be I don't know what I think the definition of physical beauty is Because there are people I see with very flouncy curly and glistening golden blonde hair Then I see Asian girls with their glossy raven black locks I see girls with STUNNING blue eyes And girls with magnificent hazel eyes I see two of my friends who have brown eyes like me, only they have these BEAUTIFUL maple eyes I see girls with heart-shaped jawline I see girls with rounder jawlines I see girls with tiny waists And curvy girls I see girls with cute little smiles And bright, wide grinning smiles ALL OF THEM ARE SO BEAUTIFUL I don't even know WHAT I want to be I just know that I wish there were a celebrity Who existed Who was WILDY adored and loved by everyone Who was successful and never criticized Who was not necessarily UGLY But was undeniably not particularly traditionally physically pretty But her soul was LOVELY Her personality was imperfect And she ******* up But she was still a GOOD PERSON and her values and what was inside her was what made her so globally popular Because maybe if I stopped seeing everybody as so unbelievably BEAUTIFUL then I would stop CARING that I was so hideous I just really wish "Pretty" didn't have a definition But varied You could look at someone And what each person found pretty Was COMPLETELY different because I care way too much because I hate hearing that I am "pretty" when I so clearly am not but it's even worse when I hear that I'm not Or if someone edges around it by saying: But you are a beautiful person INSIDE avoiding admitting that I'm ugly I hate hearing about how ugly I am because it reminds me but I also hate hearing about how supposedly "pretty" I am because immediately in my head that little voice that sounds exactly like my own except very cruel and sadistic The mean-streak part of me It whispers in my mind THEY ARE LYING TO YOU YOU ARE UGLY AND HIDEOUS AND NO ONE IS EVER GOING TO CARE ABOUT WORTHLESS YOU. BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT WHAT SOCIETY DEFINES AS PRETTY YOU ARE WORTHLESS AND UGLY. DON'T LISTEN TO THEIR PROMISES THAT YOU ARE PRETTY BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT. that is all I hear in my head. or if I hear OH BUT YOU ARE A BEAUTIFUL PERSON INSIDE THAT IS MORE IMPORTANT the voice whispers: did you recognize that? Hear it? See it? They specifically avoided saying you were physically pretty So whether they are right or not about what is more important, inner or outer beauty They have still admitted to you In an underhanded way That you ARE ugly they have confirmed what I have always told you YOU ARE NOT PRETTY YOU NEVER WILL BE and do you know what? I don't care anymore about what is important I want to be physically beautiful It's like when you just really want cake it might be unhealthy It might not matter It isn't good to obsess over but you JUST WANT IT you want it so badly and you can't function properly without it until you have that desire given in to but I can't tell them that anymore so they don't have to lie to me to spare my feelings which makes me feel awful or so they don't have to be honest and either tell me I'm ugly or edge around it by bringing up inner beauty and using a BUT before it because that makes me feel even WORSE I will not talk about it anymore I will just let it dominate my poetry because I must write I must WRITE to keep it from consuming me that is all I have If I can't speak of the pain anymore I must write. that is my escape.
feel free not to read this. it is pretty **** long and mostly it is just me needing to get something out. it's really just my form of release, not for it to be actually GOOD poetry. because it is really not. but if you can relate then hey, great :) yeah... I don't know what is wrong with me.