Violet Creek

Rookie (July 31 / United States of America)

Beauty


My friends say I'm pretty.
I don't.
People say I'm good looking.
I don't.
My boyfriend tells me I'm beautiful.
I don't know what he sees.

I sometimes see boys looking,
But I don't see what they look at.
I sometimes know they flirt,
I don't see why they bother.
I sometimes know they show off,
I'm not worth the time.
I sometimes get numbers,
I'm not worth the hassle.
I sometimes get asked out,
I don't know why they would like me.

Submitted: Thursday, May 12, 2011
Edited: Friday, May 20, 2011

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  • Rookie Vinod Kumar (7/9/2011 12:20:00 PM)

    \we realised it before the era`s now nanotech is also saying like that and we are going the unknown destination without knowing the reality.. nice view thanks for sharing 10+ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 3 Points Adam Reed (5/14/2011 10:25:00 PM)

    im the same way but im a dude lol. i wouldnt say that you are modest..you are excessively hard on yourself. but i bet your the type of person who tries hard not to give anyone a reason to say something bad about you. and from what i can tell through this poem you arent as bad as you think :) . just keep being you and you'll see what they see someday :) (Report) Reply

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