Rainy Day Thoughts.

Wondering about someone while it rains.

Raindrops falling on the window payne.
I sit and wonder if you know my name.
If I cross your mind every know and then.
Am I the person that you would call a friend?


The clock "tick tocks" on the wall above,
While I wish I was the girl that you call your love.
Shifting weight in my chair I heave a sigh.
Almost wanting to ask God the question: Why?


Why am I not a model on the t.v. screen?
With round hips, big eyes, and teeth that gleam?
The girl with perfect skin, the one that's adored?
While I'm the plain jane who's personaility soars?


Personality is good and a kind heart is nice.
But looks for many is the only thing that suffices.
The outer shell, then the heart. That's how it goes.
Then when will my HEART be noticed, that's what I wanna know.

 

Reviews

[H]

This poem is very realistic, touching and tragic. It tears me to bits to think that girls look at a magazine and wish they could look like the models in them. Everyone should love themselves.

[Wolfe Greytome]

I loved reading this. It is nice to see loves longing through the eyes of someone realistic. Excellently done.

[Tallulah]

This poem is so true. So many girls feel like this, even i do. Its horrible that our society is being poisoned by images on tv. I love how this poem flows so well together,It was a great piece that speaks so much truth. Great job.