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I wish I was pretty
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Madness
I look in the mirror and I see ugliness,
scars deep in my soul.
My wings are black and stained with blood,
they used to be beautiful.
I wish I could love my reflection,
but I don't.
I'm in love again,
taking things slow,
maybe it'll work this time around.
He says I'm beautiful, gorgeous even,
but I can't see it.
They say beauty is only skin deep,
easy for them to say,
they've never been ugly.
I am, ugly on the outside,
decaying under the surface.
What's to love about who I am?
I wish I was confident,
that I could glow like they do.
But I can't glow,
I just pass by,
unseen like all the rest of the unpretty.
I wish I was beautiful, that I could love myself,
but I see nothing in my reflection
but pain and anger,
coldness and fear.
I wish I was pretty.
