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65. I'm Ugly

I AM UGLY and that's a fact.

Guys don't add me on twitter and

fave my pictures.

They don't ask for my number.

I get 4 texts a day.

One from my friend,

three from my mom.

Guys don't text me saying,

"Good morning beautiful" or

just even saying "Hi, what's up?"

If I had any guy friends there's

one maybe two.

You guys do get texts,

boys flirt with you.

You're always complaining about boys.

When nobody ever calls me pretty.

You guys get a compliment at least

twice a day.

Boys play with your hair,

kiss your cheek,

hold you from behind,

and I'm just there watching.

And if any boy wants to talk to

me it's because they want me to

give them something, or to

call me bad names.

I don't have 120

retweets on a selfie.

I'm scared of doing to a party

because I know I wouldn't

have any guy friends to invite.

Is it because I don't let anyone

know me?

NO.

It's because I don't look good.

Why are all the pretty girls out there

full of 'guy friends'?  

Don't tell me because they're the

best people ever,

because it isn't true.

My teeth aren't stunning.

I don't like my smile.

I'm insecure as fuck,

my eyes have nothing special and

I don't even have the best body.

I know I have my natural beauty and

I like some things about myself,

but I just wanna look attractive,

look at the mirror and find

myself pretty,

good-looking.

And I know 'I'm beautiful' on

the inside, but society is a bitch and

ends up making everyone feel less than

they are.

So yes,

I feel ugly,

I am ugly, and don't tell

me I'm not because

I am. 

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