I am not a pretty girl
A smart girl, a thin girl
I am that girl who sometimes cries
Because I have a reason.
I am that girl who tries
Tries to be thin so that
People might like me
And I get a good second glance.
I do have friends, many friends
But only two true best friends
But they have left, gone away
And that void is still there.
Only have been kissed once
Never have had someone like me
Or been invited to a birthday party
Or to a friend's house.
I try to make people see me
I act a little different
But that just leads to more hatred
And people calling me the weird freak.
No one loves me in a way
That makes me smile or feel pretty
No one loves me in a way
That makes me feel important.
I am not a pretty girl
A smart girl, a thin girl
I am that girl who sometimes cries
Because I have a reason.
I am that girl who tries
Tries to be thin so that
People might like me
But that's a big maybe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know how you feel dear im that way also no one likes me im the freak at my school i felt a connection when i read this poem you are e good poet keep the good work going