Beautiful (2)

Oh, I wish I were beautiful;
The sort of girl who turns heads,
Holding attention as she
Enters a
Room.

Guys don't notice me;
I'm just a shadow,
Really not worth the attention,
Lacking what they
Seek.

Anyone can tell you,
Reaffirm
Everything I claim.

But you may not believe
Even though it's true,
And that's your fault,
Undoubtedly.
There's not a desirable trait in me;
I'm hardly adequate as I am,
For I'm not the one who's wanted,
Ultimately, I am not the one who's
Loved.
,
Brave folks say otherwise;
Under fake smiles,
They lie.

I am not beautiful.

What I say to you is true;
I have no reason to
Lie about this, to
Lie to you.

No one ever wanted me,
Even though some claimed they do;
Very carefully lying,
Even though I see straight through.
Real beauty is not mine.

But I'm okay with that,
Existing just as me
.