so, pretty

Anon

"You're so pretty" they all say,

but I really, really don't feel that way.

Not today, not tomorrow, not any day in the past

I don't like how I look, how I feel, or how I act

Some people say they're jealous,

and I truly don't know why

because every time I look in the mirror

I just start to cry.

I hold a grudge against myself. 

I judge, I glare, I compare.

There's so much stress because of how I obsess

Yet I just can't help but stare. At

my hair, my face, my body, my clothes;

It doesn't make sense how much I dislike those.