My friends say I'm pretty.
People say I'm good looking.
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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem