#unlovable
I was never the popular girl —
always the outcast,
the one who never fit in any group,
always the girl
they ran from like the plague.
You have no idea
how painful it is to speak
and your friends go silent.
It’s like you don’t belong
in their world.
Why am I always
the unlovable one?
Why is it so hard to belong?
Why is it so easy for them —
and so hard for me?
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 12:28 PM UTC
It is difficult
For my mind
To process
The fact that
I am unlovable
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 5:38 PM UTC
I tend to love things that other people don’t
Things that are deemed unworthy or unamusing or unlovable
I like that they get to belong to me
That I don’t have to share because no one else would want them
And those that do love them know them exactly the way that I do
I don’t have to explain or justify or debate
They’ve already made up their minds
Melodramatic 90s horror movies
Overacted and underwritten
Songs that no one I know has ever heard of
That don’t exactly sound too great but also don’t try to
Angry men
That are broken and sad and misunderstood
Boring games people might play but refuse to watch
Gentle violence buried under 15 over-intellectualized layers of utter ********
Dated house decor
Like Tiffany lamp shades and conversation pits and wood paneling
Weird and awkward art
Not quirky or cool but just so very weird
They make me feel like no matter how unlovable I feel
No matter how out of place I seem
No matter how precarious my will to live may be
Someone’s going to love me the way I need to be loved
They won’t care that other people don’t get it
They won’t try to paint over the imperfections
Or try to hide the scars that make me less marketable
They’ll say it all adds character
Makes me feel warm and inviting
The way a home is supposed to
I’m someone’s cult classic
Waiting to be discovered
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 12:49 AM UTC
And I glaze the mirror
Asking myself
How could've he liked a girl like me?
Chubby cheeks, sunburned nose
Crooked eyebrows and ears,
that don't hear most
Hanging eyebags, sad doe eyes
and some teeth, which I despise
All in all, but it's no suprise
Loving one like me
Is as hard as it can be
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 9:19 AM UTC
I'd slit my own throat
just to see if you'd mourn me
I used to give people tests
just to see if they cared about me
it always hurt me
I tore myself limb by limb
trying to prove that I was unlovable
because the thought of someone
loving me
was unfathomable
Apr 21, 2025
Apr 21, 2025 at 1:31 PM UTC
unlovable heart with a lot of love to give in
no one still born to perceive it
black heart ;still not beating
locked in my room screaming and dreaming
getting this **** in
Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 8:05 AM UTC
I'm scared, okay?
I'm scared I'll never be loved,
I'm scared I'll never be held,
I'm scared I'll never be wanted.
I don't know how to change this.
I'm not one of feelings,
I can't express them.
I'm scared my thoughts will push you away
I'm scared my bones won't hold me straight
I'm scared I'll never find a way to
be loved.
"Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?"
is something like Chandler would say
But what if I can't even make my own
defense mechanism protect me?
What if you don't like my jokes;
the only thing that might be good in me?
But that's not even the problem, is it?
I can't even find strengths to tell'em out loud
I can't even let you decide if you'll laugh or leave
I can't even
I'm scared, okay?
I'm scared that no one will ever know me,
will never want to know me
I'm scared I'll never find the words to fool you,
to make you think I might be interesting
I'm scared no one will ever think I'm worthed
of spending their whole life with
Why would they?
I'm just a quiet dull girl
I'm scared, okay?
Because
I love myself, okay?
I do.
I'm scared I won't ever find anyone else
that will love me as much as I do
I'm scared that's all that's left for me
Keep being one thing only:
unlovable
as I've always been
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 9:59 PM UTC
I cried myself to sleep
Saying nobody would ever love me
If only we could be
I wouldn't have to weep
Then my wish came true
But I should've been careful what I asked for
My love life now isn't a bore
But now, I don't know what to do
I've started talking to a new boy
And I told him I didn't love him
And that only made him act grim
Treating me like a toy
And he asked why I wouldn't date him, because he was so great
And I felt guilty because I had asked for love
I had been embracing my freedom, like a pure dove
But that didn't mean I wouldn't date
I just don't want my happiness to be a lack
But the most you are to me is a brother
And my heart belongs to another
Someone that will never love me back.
Sep 27, 2024
Sep 27, 2024 at 9:59 PM UTC
she loved him because he reminded her of home
the way he neglected her
made her feel worthless
how he made her wonder why she will never be good enough
she loved the way he would shower her with attention one day and then completely forget about her the next
how every time they moved a step forwards a moment later they fall back to the beginning
she especially loved how she barely knew him
never getting close and intimate enough to actually get hurt
and most importantly,
what she really loved was how he would never truly love her the way she did him
Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 4:14 AM UTC
Unlovable?
At first I thought it was a label assigned to me
showing in the way I sit alone in crowds of people
laughing at jokes I don't find funny
and allowing myself to remain static.
Unlovable.
And then it was a challenge
a
'how can I make you like me today?'
'what do I need to do?'
Because of course it was all my fault.
That all others could find was fault in me.
No longer rigid static,
but yielding conformity
my personalities clashing
but crafted with artisan flair.
Unlovable!
A prideful statement.
Untouchable.
Bitterly, bitterly free
from all expectations
placed on me.
Singular.
Alone.
Strong in solidarity.
Perhaps not lovable to you;
but lovable to me.
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 8:29 PM UTC
I sit alone at the table
I watch as my friends walk past
Failing to meet my soft gaze
Do I look pretty to you?
Or do I just look
Like something that you've never seen?
Why do you look at me so,
When you know you have no feelings
For me, other than to loathe?
Can I ever be loved
By a person who knows?
I see the couples making out in the halls
Their passion bigger than their egos
Which are big enough to cover the earth
In one fell swoop
Darkening everyone's door step
But not a single person will look at me
For I fear that I am ordinary
Just another person in the crowd
Unseen to the naked eye
Can I ever be loved?
For I know that you'll never share my feelings
You'll always fail to meet my gaze
When I bump into you,
You'll be repulsed to the point of running away
Surrounding yourself with danger
Is not going to keep love away
But it has for me
And now I want to give way
To the possibility
That the danger will never fade
Can I ever be loved?
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 6:47 PM UTC
If I couldn't feel
Would you call me strong?
If my eyes never started to well,
Would I be good enough?
If I was dependent
If I was putting out
Would I ever be liked
By someone that I loved?
Or would there still be no one
If I was less of myself
More of everyone else
Would you think that I was nice?
If I blended into the crowd,
Would that surprise you?
Would it make me
Just another victim
To your sightless eyes?
Or would I just be no one?
If I was a girl that could be loved
Just as easily as it spilled from my blood
Would you love me then?
Maybe if I was pretty enough,
Perhaps I had a smile,
If my defense wasn't to be rough
And live in constant denial,
Would you see me then?
Or would I still be no one
I am tired of living under a guise
Of words that cut like a knife
And being unseen
To the nakedest of eyes
They wonder why I am so tough,
Why I have never shed a single tear
They must think that my life is fine,
That it's better to hurt than be hurt
But they don't no how much hurt
Goes into being no one
Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 10:34 PM UTC
am I really that hard to love?
or am I just unlovable?
it's my fault for pushing everyone away.
it's my fault because I'm never there.
it's my fault.
is it?
am I really that hard to love?
or am I just afraid of getting hurt?
am I really hard to love?
should we love?
how does one love?
am I really that hard to love?
or it's just we all love differently.
what is love?
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 5:47 AM UTC
I know you wish I was skinny
I can feel it in my bones
The girls you’ve touched were pretty
Trophies you could bring home
I’ll never be ****
Just cute for what I am
My hair is always messy
At least it matches what’s within
I crave to feel desired
I just want to drive you crazy
I know that you’re tired
But I need to be your baby
Love me, kiss me, sink your teeth into my skin
**** me, need me , show me where you’ve been
Please don’t leave me alone in this bed
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 1:13 PM UTC
Sunset
Sunrise
I am
Like the disease I have
Unlovable.
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 9:01 AM UTC
i don't feel happy like i used too.
i wonder what's different.
is it you or me.
or maybe i just don't feel the same anymore.
maybe we need to break it off.
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 6:17 AM UTC
If Fate were ever to be kind,
If Hope could ever stay alive.
If You would please stay in my life,
Maybe I’d find my peace of mind.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 11:51 PM UTC
Walk all over me I’m use to the abuse!
Step on me and dust your feet from the nasty concrete I’m use to the abuse... no matter what you say you spit and dump on me everyday. You say you love me in what kind of way I’m use to the abuse and the words you say! I was taking for granted you thought I will always be, one day you came home I wasn’t there for your feet. You was lost without your doormat it was no longer there a house is not a home with just you living here.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 10:28 AM UTC
dear demons, i am loved
despite the words you scream at me
_"you're unlovable"_
no i'm not
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 7:46 PM UTC