"Hey, Pretty Girl!"

I'm not pretty.

You say I am and you please me with sweet words
Flattery fluttering around my tiny little world
My body, my face, and everything that is in me
You all adored and accepted it freely.

But I deny your praises and all of your admirations
Everything that you see in me are nothing but lies and imaginations
I could never bring myself to believe those pretty compliments
For never have I ever did love myself

And now all of you are mad because I refuse to believe
But you don't know how this feeling all started in me
From when I was a child I was surrounded by bullies
At the age of 10 I got suicidal in my little diary

Please don't blame me if I feel this way
Being bullied until college made my life gray
And so I swallowed the words my bullies given me
And gave birth to depression for almost 14 years.

Self-pity. Low self-esteem. Overdramatic. Stupidity.
Yes, I am the product of all these things you say to me.
But can you really blame a kid who grew up with a screw-loose mentality?
If you can, then I must say, I am very, very sorry.

But I thank you for telling me those sweet little flatteries
From the bottom of my heart, I appreciate your so called honesty
But even if you say it ten thousand times in my ear
I'm sorry, I "can't" believe you, my eyes are yet unclear.

"Smile, because it confuses people. Smile, because it's easier than explaining what is killing you inside." -Heath Ledger

Heath Ledger