Pretty

What makes you feel pretty

Will only hide

The wounds, the cracks

From your inside.

So many detours

Exhausting at best
So put on your black shoes
And that pretty summer dress
Cut your hair

Watch it fall on the floor

I've been dreaming for days
I've been dreaming of more
There's nothing wrong

With being alone

Except when you say it

With that heavyundertone

So dramatic, so thin

I'm losing pound for pound

Broken vein, broken bones

Dig my heels into the ground.

I don't feel pretty
But I like to hide.