Pretty enough

Maybe I’m pretty — but only enough To be an option, never the one they love. Beautiful, yes — but seen as display, An object to glance at, then look away. Pretty enough to be used, not adored, A heart held captive, but never explored. An observer in love, left unseen, Watching the world where I’ve never been. Pretty enough to be left behind, A shadow in someone else’s mind. Never the voice, just background noise — Never the reason, never the choice.