Am I Pretty?

Running your fingers through your hair

You ask me if you're pretty

As my eyes fall out of my head

And roll around on the floor

Just looking at you

You continue to gripe

About how uninteresting you are

How no one will ever marry you

When you're more beautiful

And insightful

And funny

And interesting

And stylish

Than any other girl I know

Which is why you have to whine

And claim to be asexual

And mourn the love life you'll never have

The amusement is worth the heartache