My Misfortune

I'm the girl you see,
In which you assume I have everything,
My fancy car,
My fashionable clothing line,
And my admirable beauty,

You envy me,
You desire what I have,
Yet you have no idea,
Of the hell my heart goes through inside,

I am cursed like so many,
By my beauty,
In which I have come to hate and resent,
For I have been,

Condemned to loneliness,

Condemned to be doubted,

Condemned to be not trusted,

Feared by so many men and labeled immediately,
Marked off as "high maintenance"
Marked off as "unfaithful"
Marked off as "impossible to keep happy"

I sit here in tears,
Wishing,
For that day where someone,
Would look past my external person,

I sit here wondering,
What if I was a little less pretty,
Would that guy tha's staring at me,
Have enough courage to come up on talk to me?

I sit here yearning,
For that special someone,
Who will see the inside of me,
And is wise enough to know ,
That I am the best thing they will ever meet.