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maybe they are the beautiful ones
people tell me i am beautiful
you all define me by my exterior looks
and my interior soft and gentle kindness
you tell me i am beautiful and yet
surely they are ?
happy, smiling ecstatic fulfilled ladies
the kind ones who have it all
problem free, full of sunshine and fun
they are the one's to be admired
like audrey hepburn once said, '' happy girls are the prettiest ''
the sunshine shines , fireworks explode in vivid colours
and all i see is beauty outside of me
the girls whe exude life and laughter
why do i feel unattractive in comparison
to the happy girls, why?
i'm 33 with mental health issues, no social life
no boyfriend to speak of
not content with myself or with the life that i have
fireworks explode and everyone is amazed
look at how high , how far people can climb
into the sky, climbing on up
achieving more, reaching amazing heights
because they can, because they are able to
sometimes i feel like the kind achievers
the happy fulfilled and normal girls
the one's who change, grow
climb up the ladder of happiness, achievement
experience what it's like to live in the sky
they are the prettiest
i am just stuck in the ground like a stupid flower
who craves to be a bird
that is how i sometimes feel
stuck in the ground and not moving
still, unable to break free
causing me to feel unattractive in comparison
i'm not like other girls who smile so much of the time
excitable like dazzling and playful fireworks
rising up for everyone to see
just how amazing they really are
all those people who smile so much
live to the heighest heights , smile to the top of rooftops
receiving everything they wish for
because they can
when i compare myself to other girls
and i see how they are truly happy
with the life which they desire
i get jealous, they have everything they want
surely they are prettier then me
i sometimes feel like they are the '' somebody's ''
i am the nobody , the one with nothing
i wish i was one of those girls who lived with a normal mind
not an abnormal , chaotic and strange onoe
i can feel like a nobody, inferior, worthless
they are the beautiful girls , not me
because they are the fun ones, their lives are pretty
something which i have always craved has always been denied to me
i'm ok with people telling me i am beautiful
but my mind causes unattractiveness to spin around my mind
and it makes me cry
people tell me i am beautiful
so why can i not be like other people
if i am so beautiful then where is the fairness in my life
why all the trauma and pain ?
because this is not good enough
i want to feel like a fun firework
i want to feel like one
i want people to look at me and my life
and see that it's all ok
but i feel like a failure
i want a pretty mind
why can't my mind feel prettier more of the time?
they are the sunshine, emitting happiness
fireworks exploding with fun all across the sky
i am the flower on the soil
a flower who deeply craves to be a bird
one who can fly away and live
you all define me by my exterior looks
and my interior soft and gentle kindness
you tell me i am beautiful and yet
surely they are ?
happy, smiling ecstatic fulfilled ladies
the kind ones who have it all
problem free, full of sunshine and fun
they are the one's to be admired
like audrey hepburn once said, '' happy girls are the prettiest ''
the sunshine shines , fireworks explode in vivid colours
and all i see is beauty outside of me
the girls whe exude life and laughter
why do i feel unattractive in comparison
to the happy girls, why?
i'm 33 with mental health issues, no social life
no boyfriend to speak of
not content with myself or with the life that i have
fireworks explode and everyone is amazed
look at how high , how far people can climb
into the sky, climbing on up
achieving more, reaching amazing heights
because they can, because they are able to
sometimes i feel like the kind achievers
the happy fulfilled and normal girls
the one's who change, grow
climb up the ladder of happiness, achievement
experience what it's like to live in the sky
they are the prettiest
i am just stuck in the ground like a stupid flower
who craves to be a bird
that is how i sometimes feel
stuck in the ground and not moving
still, unable to break free
causing me to feel unattractive in comparison
i'm not like other girls who smile so much of the time
excitable like dazzling and playful fireworks
rising up for everyone to see
just how amazing they really are
all those people who smile so much
live to the heighest heights , smile to the top of rooftops
receiving everything they wish for
because they can
when i compare myself to other girls
and i see how they are truly happy
with the life which they desire
i get jealous, they have everything they want
surely they are prettier then me
i sometimes feel like they are the '' somebody's ''
i am the nobody , the one with nothing
i wish i was one of those girls who lived with a normal mind
not an abnormal , chaotic and strange onoe
i can feel like a nobody, inferior, worthless
they are the beautiful girls , not me
because they are the fun ones, their lives are pretty
something which i have always craved has always been denied to me
i'm ok with people telling me i am beautiful
but my mind causes unattractiveness to spin around my mind
and it makes me cry
people tell me i am beautiful
so why can i not be like other people
if i am so beautiful then where is the fairness in my life
why all the trauma and pain ?
because this is not good enough
i want to feel like a fun firework
i want to feel like one
i want people to look at me and my life
and see that it's all ok
but i feel like a failure
i want a pretty mind
why can't my mind feel prettier more of the time?
they are the sunshine, emitting happiness
fireworks exploding with fun all across the sky
i am the flower on the soil
a flower who deeply craves to be a bird
one who can fly away and live
Published 15th May 2018
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15th May 2018 6:56pm
I like this poem. The poem is gentle. It's inquisitive and asks our questions for us while writhing in a despair that it doesn't comprehend that ultimately gives the poem its soft heart-feltness
It is written to be sad, yet it's lyrical just like the conundrum it represents.
It is a poem that should be coupled later with an answer. If the poem cannot find a normal love or be content with a normal attractiveness, then maybe it could achieve both as in a neurotic sense. Happiness and attractiveness that can't be felt is misperceived because it is expressed to the person in the wrong language, so there might be another language to discover that when people speak it, these things can actually be felt. And that journey gives the poet the quirk in their style that they'll be known by
It is written to be sad, yet it's lyrical just like the conundrum it represents.
It is a poem that should be coupled later with an answer. If the poem cannot find a normal love or be content with a normal attractiveness, then maybe it could achieve both as in a neurotic sense. Happiness and attractiveness that can't be felt is misperceived because it is expressed to the person in the wrong language, so there might be another language to discover that when people speak it, these things can actually be felt. And that journey gives the poet the quirk in their style that they'll be known by
16th May 2018 9:09pm
thanyou very much for your kind and positive feedback :-) i like that you perceive this to be gentle... i guess maybe some of my gentleness came through .. thanks for reading
16th May 2018 2:47am
I empathize with this.... hold ur head; I understand it's easier said than done. more or less; there's definitely something going on on the inside of each and every individual.... unfortunately there's a gap; a wedge within humanity.... seems as though there are just as many things if not more that keep us apart as a species rather than a deep understanding of togetherness.... there's more of a self satisfying yearning; the so many obstacles/objectives that life present make things anything but easy.... there's strength in this poem and the art of expression.
Sincerely peace
16th May 2018 5:35pm
thankyou :-) yes, so many ... i understand what you are saying , thankyou for reading and for your kind and honest opinion about this poem
I know I have somewhat similar problems, in and out of wards and chock full of medicines. I feel so lonely and so unappealing, though there are people that try to flirt with me and I can't manage to make a comeback because I feel so weird.
With all the scary intrusive thoughts and dread, I finally figured out last year that, as I am, I cannot conform to the world without seriously hurting myself. And so I started to write more fantastical and engaging poetry that I can live through as the character. It made me a better poet, but it also relieved me and gave me a magical optimism.
But it's a long process, and also a poet milks their emotions to the greatest extent they can without harming themselves. I like sad poems because of the simple nature of the human need, which I felt so much in your poem. And all the people that can relate to this feeling have found consolement in what you have written.
Thank you :)
With all the scary intrusive thoughts and dread, I finally figured out last year that, as I am, I cannot conform to the world without seriously hurting myself. And so I started to write more fantastical and engaging poetry that I can live through as the character. It made me a better poet, but it also relieved me and gave me a magical optimism.
But it's a long process, and also a poet milks their emotions to the greatest extent they can without harming themselves. I like sad poems because of the simple nature of the human need, which I felt so much in your poem. And all the people that can relate to this feeling have found consolement in what you have written.
Thank you :)
16th May 2018 10:59am
Dear Daffodil,
You say people tell you you are beautiful. Why don't you believe them? Why don't you try to use your beauty and increase it with cosmetics like the happy one? You should try to do something before you get old and lose your beauty. It's in your hands. You should try.
You say people tell you you are beautiful. Why don't you believe them? Why don't you try to use your beauty and increase it with cosmetics like the happy one? You should try to do something before you get old and lose your beauty. It's in your hands. You should try.
16th May 2018 5:33pm
hello joseph, to be honest with you , part of me does believe them but its more of a feeling i hold within myself which leads me to feel ugly , difficult to explain but yeah when my mind holds certain bad feelings sometimes.. that in itself causes me to feel '' less beautiful '' thankyou for the comment, i am trying to work on the self love part but sadly parts of me still think maybe the normal girls are prettier..tho i know thats a daft way to think , i guess it ties in with my sadness about always being differnt and '' not normal ..
thankyou for reading
thankyou for reading
17th May 2018 10:18pm
beautiful Daffodil
we both of us struggle in different ways
you have fireworks lovely poetess
they simply light up the night sky with different hues..
you are extremely creative and expressive
sadly happy girls can't reach as high
into the cosmos of understanding as you can..
reaching so many with your pain..
I know this doesn't help
truly nothing will..
our pain we bear each of us
it is the palate we were given to create with..
and it is beautiful..
love Brenda
we both of us struggle in different ways
you have fireworks lovely poetess
they simply light up the night sky with different hues..
you are extremely creative and expressive
sadly happy girls can't reach as high
into the cosmos of understanding as you can..
reaching so many with your pain..
I know this doesn't help
truly nothing will..
our pain we bear each of us
it is the palate we were given to create with..
and it is beautiful..
love Brenda
5th Aug 2019 7:04pm
I absolutely love this. And I have felt similar to this! How can a stranger tell us we are beautiful when they have no idea who we really are! If I am so beautiful where is the fairness in my life! That got me! I am beautiful on the outside and it has never taken more than the door steps!
