Attractive
My beautiful face stares back at me,
the one I always hoped you'd admire,
but you tell me that I'm empty,
that it's not my face or body you desire.
All these years I've wasted,
trying so hard to look nice,
but now I hear you say I'm not real,
that there's no love you can feel.
I understand at last,
that looks never matter,
that I'd rather look okay with a caring heart,
than be attractive and be alone all my life.
