How many times have they claimed,
That appearances don't matter?
When it comes to looks and personality,
The more important is always the latter.
At least this is what they say.
Since the time of my birth,
I've been told this everyday,
But how much are these words worth?
An order of hypocrites,
Conspired against me.
They condition you with one belief,
Before chastising your mentality.
And still they refuse to admit,
That they secretly care.
I've heard their whispered comments,
And through foundations they tear.
You circle round in convenience.
First it's me you ridicule.
Then you turn and do the same,
Leaving me looking like a fool.
You all I blame so highly,
But I also played my part.
I let your remarks affect me,
And the price was paid by my heart.
I can endure your insults,
As long as it's something I can control.
It doesn't matter how casually you say it,
The word 'ugly' still takes its toll.
Only parts of your cover don't matter,
While others actually do.
Those factors that we can help,
Tell me an awful lot about you.
Your hair, clothes and expression,
Are all things you decide,
To reflect your mind within,
And make obvious the qualities you hide.
I am guilty of craving it too,
But not out of generic pity.
If appearances truly don't matter,
Then why do I wish to be called pretty?