When I wake up in the morning

and look at myself in the mirror

everyday I see the same thing

i see the same thing

same high cheek bones

same dark eyes

same warm, colored skin

same eyebrows that are out of my control

every morning i look the same

i am not pretty

no

Im not

And i dont want to be

Pretty has expectations

pretty has requirements

pretty is a shell thats lying on the sand that

you pick up and then

forget about

Pretty is a flower that you carelessy rip from its stem

that you put in a vase

that you let die

I am so much more than pretty

I am so much more 

but i still want to be pretty

i am stronger than i think

I am smarter than i think

I am more caring than i think

I am surrounded by love

and its not because i am pretty

i am full of beauty

because

i am me

i am more than pretty

i am pretty great

pretty brave

pretty kind

pretty shy

pretty loud

pretty proud

pretty happy

pretty sad

pretty crazy

and thats who i am

I am not pretty.