Pretty

God, isn’t she pretty?

Isn’t she the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen?

I am reminded, as she passes by

I’ll never look like her

I’m ugly

I stare into the mirror

I wish it would shatter

I’m five minutes away from getting blood on my hands

I hate the truth

It is too honest

Why tell me what I know

I’ll never be pretty

Noticed

I won’t be noticed like her

Only those who are pretty have a name

If I were to stop eating, I’d be belittled

“She’s only looking for attention”

If I hurt myself, I’d be frowned upon

"She’s is trying to get attention”

No one cares for me

Because I am not her

I’m not pretty

They won’t notice me

They won’t ask if I’m OK or try to help

But suddenly, if I die

They’ll all notice and care

But it’s to late and will never be fixed

Because I’m not pretty