Feeling Pretty Is A Sin Poem by Lara W.A

I dance even when i don't want to
I have many wants
Even more don't-wants
I'm just a lonely heart
Yearning for a beautiful ending.

People look at me like they know my life-story
They talk and boast as if they shape histories
Some people think they own the world
Some other don't feel quite belonged
They wish to leave this tragic kingdom almost immediately.

I'd like to think life is beautiful.
Would like to stop and smell every flower i see,
Would like to talk to strangers at the bus stand.
But i know, behind every smiling face
There's a sad story carefully concealed
There's insecurities neatly wrapped up.

So one day, i concluded, feeling pretty is a sin
I was told 'For every love letter written, there's another one burned.'
For every smile i fake, there's another life gone
So I guess i'd rather feel ugly and save souls
Would rather have darkness surrounding me.