Pretty Ugly Poem by Lara W.A

I know I’m pretty,
You don’t have to tell me.
Or is that why you’re avoiding me?
You cannot stand the limelight
I’m stealing from you,
True?

Is my Malay-Chinese-Thai descent threatening you?
Do you roll your green eyes,
Or bite your tongue
Whenever guys peek through
The side windows when I’m driving?

And you,
What a remark you made!
I heard from a good friend,
You think I'd be a terrific mum (? ! !)
Is that a compliment or an insult?
You think I’m too colorful to serve for a prestigious company?
Oh well, I think you’re wrong.

I know I’m pretty,
You don’t have to remind me.
Guys battled to win my affection,
Dinner invitations almost every night.
No affirmations though, only cruel turn-downs.
Overloaded attention -
I choked,
And had my number changed.

I know I’m pretty,
I saw you staring from afar,
I heard your room mates talking about me,
And girls, they whisper behind my back.
I must be pretty okay,
But why do I feel so freaking ugly? =(