Am I pretty enough?

Am I pretty enough?

Sometimes I’m not sure, I put on this makeup,

like it’s the only cure,

but somewhere between my black lined eyes,

 alcohol made highs.

I still must ask, am I pretty enough?

Am I pretty enough?

Boys love to touch me

Without boys liking me, should I even love me?

They grab me, and hold me, and use me some nights

Yet, feelings of hopelessness still visit me each night.

 I still must ask, am I pretty enough?

Am I pretty enough?

He chose me, over her

And I thought that I wasn’t as pretty her.

So, does that mean I am gorgeous and one to prefer?

Or does he think that I am cheaper and less to be earned?

 I still must ask, am I pretty enough?

Am I pretty enough?

Friends always surround me

But some make me question if they really love me

They have jokes rooted from dangerous soils

But, they still stop as soon as my smile uncoils…

I still must ask am I pretty enough?

Am I pretty enough?

I lost so much weight.

I ran, lifted, and I rarely ate

My family and everyone says I look amazing

But I still have fat and I think I look crazy.

I still have to ask, am I pretty enough?

Am I pretty enough?

Such a difficult question

The answer comes with lies, truths, and suggestions

Pretty is perfect,

, but perfect Is tough.

So, will I ever be perfectly pretty enough?