Pretty

Sometimes I wish I was pretty
And sometimes I don’t
Would you think I’m pretty?
You probably won’t

But I have a good sense of humor
And I really like to laugh
And I really love poetry
But I really hate math

And I zone out sometimes
And I normally don’t make sense
And I’ll probably insult you
But please don’t take offense

I really like music
And I think we like the same kind
I’ll let you play it as loud as you want
I really won’t mind

I don’t like seafood
Or people who talk all day
And sometimes I’m really quiet
But I think that’s okay

Maybe I’m not pretty
I know I'm no work of art
But I think I'm pretty nice
And I have a nice heart

And it’s yours if you want it
It’s sitting there waiting for you
But you probably won’t take it
I guess I already knew

That you don’t want someone like me
Someone you would actually enjoy
Because I don’t have a pretty face
You’d rather just a toy

A pretty little doll
With a pretty little place
And she’ll stand in her pretty little spot
With her pretty little face

And you won’t love her
And she won’t love you
But that’s okay
Because you already knew

Happiness doesn’t matter
As long as she fits the role
But you’ll be empty
Just one big black hole

A hole that could easily be filled
By someone like me
But I’m not pretty
So you’ll never see

That not every pretty person
Has a pretty heart
But I could have told you that
Right from the start

And so I’ll go on loving poetry
And hating math
And I’ll zone out
And I’ll always laugh

And you’ll feel empty
With that girl in her place
But that’s okay
Because she has a pretty face.

Author's Note

The repetition of the word "pretty" is intended, I promise