SHE IS INSECURE

she wears hoodie on summer.

she only got one jacket for winter.

no much money in her pocket,

to effort another pair of jacket.

she hides her face in the book.

no one has an eye to her look.

sometimes she stares at the ground,

to avoid glancing to surround.

her cheeks full of pimples.

those covered her beautiful dimples.

her skin feels rough and dry.

sometimes her eyes are swollen too from cry.

boys come to her for a certain thing.

boys talk to her when they needed something.

they're gone when they're done.

then leave her alone.

boys don't come for her look.

boys never come to her for hook.

she really wants to kick them to a ditch.

for being only nice to the pretty bitch.

she feels herself is ugly.

the body she has is so pudgy.

she lack of confidence.

she wonders if there's a man asking her for a dance.

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MY BELLE

compliment isn't something she always gets.
she's plain and boring, she thought.
no charming, and no endearing.
she doesn't want to give a damn.

compliment isn't her thing.
nice words don't sink in into her.
anyone never called her pretty.
and she never gives a damn.

one day a boy called her pretty.
he was the first person complimented her.
one day that boy called her 'his disney princess'
she didn't want to let it sink in, but she can't.

one word 'pretty'
two words 'my belle'
the words she's dying of waiting.
successfully sinked in into her soul.

when she thought nobody would said that,
he came and turned the table.
she thanked him in a quiet voice.
he just didn't notice.

she will remember it forever,
if those are just empty words.
she fell in love with him.
he just didn't know.

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