Pretty Girl

I wish I could tell you

That it hurts to hear you

Talk about the pretty girls

With their hourglasses and their canvas souls

I’ve tried with the makeup

Tried to fake it

If I cake it

In my pores and imperfections

Like a pretty girl

But i look in the mirror

And doesn’t she look beautiful

But I don’t feel like

A pretty girl

I’d much rather have a sunset soul

Than a foggy sky and a sunset blind

Bare faced , Glitter and clothes that don’t fit

You might not like it

But I feel pretty

Laughing, good grades, telling jokes that don’t make sense

Might not look sexy

But can I only look pretty like that?

I am a pretty girl

Whether its in tight dresses and high heels

And artwork on your face

Or at home in bed in a tracksuit

Eating a slice of cake

Talking about politics

Asking questions in class

Dancing for the sake of dancing

If you feel like it you are

I wish I could tell you

That it hurts to hear you

Talk about the pretty girls

With their hourglasses and their canvas souls