Being the other one

I'm always their second choice They all hate listening to my voice I think I'm kind-of-pretty But I'm not that kind of pretty It feels really bad Knowing no one will like me because I'm too sad I wish I could like when people's looking at me But they're probably saying I'm ugly I give my trust to easily But I can't trust my own body I cry looking myself in the mirror I can't be her That girl who everyone loves her style Everyone compliment her smile All eyes are on me Not because I'm pretty Because I'm the one sitting in the corner That one waiting everyone to help her Nothing is because I'm pretty I feel like a pick me I feel like every enters in my life But finish by stab me with a knife Maybe red is my color That's why they don't want me to recover I don't care about others appearance So why do I care about my appearance? It doesn't feels right But everything is alright It's alright if I put a smile on my face If I stop talking about my place Everyone will think I love myself No one will know how I felt