The Pretty FriendA Poem by Askew
“You’re so beautiful.”
“I wish I looked like you.” “You’re definitely the pretty friend.” “You’re skinny and you don’t even try, I’m jealous.” “You eat garbage, but you’re so thin.” “Guys always hit on you.” Compliments. That’s what they are. What they’re meant to be. Said by friends who have such incredible and raw talent. Personalities and traits that are so beautiful they break my heart. The artistic one. The soft one. The musically gifted one. The one who uses humour as a defence mechanism against their own pain. The one who is confused by themselves but acts like it’s not a big deal. The one who pretends to be mean and cold hearted but would do anything for a loved one. The one who is so genuinely kind and caring that it brings me to tears. They mean well. But it brings questions to mind, doesn’t it? Is it selfish of me to wish I could be more than just the pretty friend? Do I have no other characteristics but my looks? Does it make me petty to wish I could be described in such a way as I’ve described them? But perhaps it’s true. Perhaps my other traits, my personality, are so wretched and cursed that my only redeeming quality is my faltering beauty. Perhaps my pretty face is wonderful enough to redeem my cold and barren self. Or perhaps I’m overthinking. Letting my insecurities of being nothing worth anything get the better of me. © 2020 AskewReviews
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