Unpretty

Among the men I've met, you seem harder on
yourself.
The deep pain no one sees and how strong you are
on the outside.
You cry in secret because you believe your strength is
too much to handle.
You feel your good isn't good enough for anyone,
especially to your friends.

You look in the mirror to look at your pretty face and body,
yet you still don't see perfection.
You leave the room thinking you need to
impress others when it doesn't matter.
You feel so unpretty, the thoughts of someone
judging what you think is your best.
Feeling unpretty because you compare yourself
to others and especially to the men you pursue.

You're hiding your hurt so no one can ask,
"What's wrong?"
You want the hell you're in to stop, but you
have no one to talk to you at night when it is all unbearable.
But then you just sleep and sleep, but it
happens over again the next day...