Unlovable
What is it that makes me unlovable?
Is it my nose?
Is it my eyes?
Or maybe it’s just my size.
I do not know,
But my feelings of loneliness grow.
By the day,
By the hour,
Staring eyes do nothing but glower.
What is it that makes me unlovable?
Is it my voice?
Is it my face?
Or maybe I just stick out of place.
I do not care,
At least that’s what I say when they glare.
By the moment,
By the second,
I’m just ugly I reckoned.
What is it that makes me unlovable?
I wish that I knew.
I wish that I wasn’t.
I wish all that say it matters, say that it doesn’t.
I do not cry,
But you should know that is a lie.
By the month,
By the year,
One thing alone has become clear:
I’m simply unlovable.
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