I am what they call plain pretty, <br /> <br />an in-betweener <br /> <br />not really pretty <br /> <br />not really plain <br /> <br />and I attract guys <br /> <br />who see me as a compromise <br /> <br />from what they really what- <br /> <br />the cheer leader blond <br /> <br />with the hot bod. <br /> <br />I am the bland personality <br /> <br />with pretty eyes <br /> <br />a weak chin; <br /> <br />cautious <br /> <br />with an intense gaze <br /> <br />reflecting my need <br /> <br />to have more that what I am ever offered <br /> <br />by guys who are plain-pretty too <br /> <br />or too too nice and have the slow <br /> <br />uptake of the often rejected. <br /> <br />My world offers me only the boring. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />I could do something I suppose <br /> <br />but I missed the ring; <br /> <br />I was the also ran, <br /> <br />the next to the last chosen <br /> <br />the bridesmaid; <br /> <br />the sidekick; <br /> <br />the not-as-pretty friend <br /> <br />and what I did was to break <br /> <br />free of my old world <br /> <br />and soar <br /> <br />with plastic surgery. <br /> <br />Last year I took the knife and now I am strangely pretty <br /> <br />but I still know who I am inside <br /> <br />and that is disturbing; <br /> <br />and more disturbing is that I want to <br /> <br />reject the guys seeking pretty <br /> <br />for the times the rejected me as almost pretty <br /> <br />and that makes me feel pretty-strange; <br /> <br />angry and not lovable; <br /> <br />not an airhead now- <br /> <br />but the trophy. <br /> <br />I thought last night <br /> <br />how many almost-pretty <br /> <br />might have been easier <br /> <br />and more me.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/more-me-3/
