How to Cope With Being So Unpretty

lanaevans

Sometimes I feel like what is the purpose?

Is life worth living if you're considered worthless in this superficial world where I provide no service. 

Who wants to be invited to my mind if on the surface I am cursed and This cursive in my pen is my only friend.  These verses expressed cure my introverted.  These lines unrehearsed, leaking from insecurities.  Help me cope with being so unpretty.  I heard that we are visual people, and I'm invisible, beholders don't see my beauty.  You are blind to my existence, I don't count in your census, I don't have a say, I'm not equal, who cares about my opinion? All I receive is the hate, the heat, the names, the beats, your words, I think I'm ugly.  Either I'm nothing or I'm a pinata, hit me hard, your treat, you make them laugh as I fall to my feet, defeated.  Who cares? I'm not attractive and the world adores aesthetics.  The worlds my idol, I can't escape, I'm a slave, your the master, I count as one-fourth a vote.  Barely heard when my words are spoke.  That's why I hope you hear the poem I wrote.  Because I really need you to know this is how I cope with being so unpretty.   
  • Author: lanaevans (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 14th, 2017 00:03
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  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed Great write



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