I wish that I were beautiful
Not for myself, for you
Then you could be proud of me
Show me off to all you know
You’d be proud to call me “hun”
Hold my hand in a public place
I wish that I were beautiful
Then you could show your love
Without the fear of what they think
Of you because of me
I wish that I were beautiful
For maybe then I’d feel
Deserving of the love you give
So unconditionally
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Hate to break it to you... but being (physically) beautiful doesn't change a thing. Lovely poem.
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