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"unattractiveness" poems
Do you know what beauty is? Some say it's these eyes. The same eyes that have been rubbed with fists that don't know their purpose, fists that only know these tears are foreign, and it is their job to eradicate them. These eyes are two-sided mirrors, only showing what the outer person believes to see, not what's really there. These eyes have known smiles, but not sleep; joy, but not peace. Are these eyes still beautiful? Some say it's this smile. The same smile that has been too many frowns, curves of confusion and wishful thinking. These teeth, straight and strong only because of man's work, not nature's. Teeth that were once blamed for unattractiveness, and kept hidden by tight-lipped excuses of a smile. Lips that are anxiously bit rather than kissed, red with embarrassment and the feeling of never measuring up. Together, these lips and teeth create a smile, but alone they are just forcefully arranged teeth, and lips that worry. Is this smile still beautiful? Some say it's these curls. The curls that are, but don't want to be, and only are because hormones got a hold of them. These curls are soft, but disguised of that by flyaway frizz that wants freedom but will never get it. These curls are angry at their boundaries, and they take that anger out on me. The truth is, I could never set them as free as they wish to be. Are these curls still beautiful? Some say it's this size. The petite waist and slender arms, the curvy legs and prominent chest, this childish height. Smallness makes the big feel bigger, stronger, more capable. But it also makes the small feel smaller. This is the same waist that hungers perpetually, the same arms that shiver when no one else does, the curves that hesitate instead of bragging, and the height that's mocked, condescended, and shamefully despised. Is this size still beautiful? The heart of the matter is that beauty is simply misunderstood. Beauty is the surface of unfathomable depths. It is not beauty at all, but merely an acceptance, or a recovery, or a new birth. Something that was, but wasn't until it was discovered. And if this is the case, why aren't we searching for it? Why are we waiting for beauty to appear when we could be finding it?
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Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 5:19 PM UTC
finding beauty
Do you know what beauty is? Some say it's these eyes. The same eyes that have been rubbed with fists that don't know their purpose, fists that only know these tears are foreign, and it is their job to eradicate them. These eyes are two-sided mirrors, only showing what the outer person believes to see, not what's really there. These eyes have known smiles, but not sleep; joy, but not peace. Are these eyes still beautiful? Some say it's this smile. The same smile that has been too many frowns, curves of confusion and wishful thinking. These teeth, straight and strong only because of man's work, not nature's. Teeth that were once blamed for unattractiveness, and kept hidden by tight-lipped excuses of a smile. Lips that are anxiously bit rather than kissed, red with embarrassment and the feeling of never measuring up. Together, these lips and teeth create a smile, but alone they are just forcefully arranged teeth, and lips that worry. Is this smile still beautiful? Some say it's these curls. The curls that are, but don't want to be, and only are because hormones got a hold of them. These curls are soft, but disguised of that by flyaway frizz that wants freedom but will never get it. These curls are angry at their boundaries, and they take that anger out on me. The truth is, I could never set them as free as they wish to be. Are these curls still beautiful? Some say it's this size. The petite waist and slender arms, the curvy legs and prominent chest, this childish height. Smallness makes the big feel bigger, stronger, more capable. But it also makes the small feel smaller. This is the same waist that hungers perpetually, the same arms that shiver when no one else does, the curves that hesitate instead of bragging, and the height that's mocked, condescended, and shamefully despised. Is this size still beautiful? The heart of the matter is that beauty is simply misunderstood. Beauty is the surface of unfathomable depths. It is not beauty at all, but merely an acceptance, or a recovery, or a new birth. Something that was, but wasn't until it was discovered. And if this is the case, why aren't we searching for it? Why are we waiting for beauty to appear when we could be finding it?
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we mistake a small cold for a chronic illness leading to death we mistake a bad grade for failed success that leads to a job at McDonald's we mistake a bad haircut for a complete unattractiveness that leads to being alone we mistake an awkward look for a social downfall in today's botched society we mistake a bad day, a horrible week, an ugly year for a permanent lifestyle leading to suicide the sun will come up don't end the day before it has finished
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Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 10:25 PM UTC
dont make that mistake
I have a problem I hope you're not Too fed up with me And my never ending Sadness and self loathe But I have a problem Not with anyone else Or anything But with myself You see mirrors Aren't my problem What I see When I walk pass is I'm not talking about The fatness and the Unattractiveness I'm talking about what I really see, everytime I walk pass a mirror I have a horrible problem I hate the person I see I am disgusted with The soul I see I am disappointed with The ******* human I see. I have a ******* problem I am my own ******* problem I hate myself way more Than anyone else can... -fir.m
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Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 7:23 PM UTC
I'm my own problem
I try to be comedic Whenever I can. It’s a feature that I want People to focus on, Rather than my looks Or than my height. Sometimes I push The punchline way too far. It’s as if I can’t hide The sadness in my heart And it pours into scenarios I create, making them Uncomfortably dark. Being honest, I’d rather have People dislike me because of my Dark Humor instead of My unattractiveness.
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Apr 19, 2023
Apr 19, 2023 at 2:14 AM UTC
Coping Mechanism
They didn't notice you were crying They didn't notice you were sad They didn't notice you were crying They didn't notice you were alone They didn't notice how attractive you were They didn't notice how sweet you actually are They didn't notice how you actually try to make other people smile They did notice your failing grades They did notice your unattractiveness They did notice all of your flaws They did notice all your mistakes THEY DID NOTICE THAT YOU WEREN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR THEM……!
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May 22, 2021
May 22, 2021 at 12:35 PM UTC
Not good enough