Beauty is Pain.

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Tired of imagining

Tired of acting

Oh, how I wish that was me

Cat-fishing

Is now existing

Mirror, mirror

What is my birth error?

Is it my looks or personality?

A shame that I desire plastic surgery

Many of my boyfriends couldn't stand

My insecurities

Surprisingly they loved me

Will I ever be happy?

Needle, my new friend

Tell me what are the new beauty trends

Killing yourself over depression

Or being single?

Because I don't know how to mingle

Everyday

I masturbate 

I don't have the skills to get a real life date

If only my relationship skills were better

I could one day get that real pleasure

Too bad

Too sad

I am such a fake

You can't blame me

For pretending

My mindset filled with insecurities

I can be pervy

I can be sexy and dirty

When I fake her face

But if you aren't born with it

It's best you'd stay the same

Lessons learned and lessons made

How I wish I had her face

But I see you aren't a loner

Only they would understand my problems

Cuz most likely they did the same

Cuz this world only accepts the people that are pretty

Million dollars for such compliments

Personality is nothing these days

Such a shame looks get grades

Such a shame I'm not even on the rank

Such a shame beauty is pain

  • Author: Ester (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 21st, 2017 12:59
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about me. I use to catfish because I didn't like my true self. I would pretend to be people so I could find love.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 27
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  • Clark

    Beautiful. I see that you said that you used to catfish which means you don't anymore. Please. Love yourself. I can see that you have learned from your mistakes but this poem shows that all that pain is still with you. Keep writing. You really are good. Not just your poem but you, inside and out. Feel free to inbox me whenever you would like, I'm always hear to talk to or just listen. Once again, great poem.



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