Pretty Is Not Pretty

I wondered if I wasn’t pretty

When it didn’t work out with him

I realized I wasn’t pretty

When he was just one of the many I couldn’t win

After I knew I wasn’t pretty

I couldn’t sleep that night

When I definitely knew, I wasn’t pretty

I suddenly let go of my fight

I stopped holding onto hope in people

Since that always led to hurt

Now so cold and closed off

This is really when I did convert

Now, was when I really wasn’t pretty

But it wasn’t my face, but instead my soul

I really was once pretty

But I’d let bitterness take its ugly toll

So remember, you are pretty, each and every one

We are all as beautiful as the sacred moon and our happy sun

Our uniqueness is what makes us pretty

But hate and lack of hope is an ugliness that we all share

But hopefully, if we all remember we are pretty, our spiraling minds will never dare

To knock us down enough to believe we’re not lovely enough for them

Since divine love for yourself, will make you the most perfect sought-after gem