When You're Pretty
You may be pretty,
But that can end.
Shallow and conceit
Isn’t the way to live.
Blinded by imagination of your own eyes,
Can cost you people of close ties.
Beauty has a price, and it has an expiration date,
And you attitude can also make you pay!
You are wicked under that mask of beauty,
A bomb almost, an unwanted duty.
Your mind set can get you hurt,
Telling people they’re ugly will decline your worth.
You are not any better than me,
But I guess that’s what you start to think…
when you’re pretty.
But that can end.
Shallow and conceit
Isn’t the way to live.
Blinded by imagination of your own eyes,
Can cost you people of close ties.
Beauty has a price, and it has an expiration date,
And you attitude can also make you pay!
You are wicked under that mask of beauty,
A bomb almost, an unwanted duty.
Your mind set can get you hurt,
Telling people they’re ugly will decline your worth.
You are not any better than me,
But I guess that’s what you start to think…
when you’re pretty.
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I wrote this poem because everyone has a worth, and everyone is equal, but people think that is based on looks. No, it is based on how you take and respect your self and body. I don't mean to be rude or mean, but conceitedness urks me >.<