I try to look pretty but I feel what’s the use, I’m twenty years old taking heartfelt abuse. Abuse not physical, emotional, or with words but by seeing everybody happy while I’m all alone. I’m a Christian, a good girl, don’t drink, smoke, or swear, I’m five foot five, green eyes, and brown hair. All I want to be pursued I’m waiting for my perfect man and I want to meet him soon. I’ve never had a boyfriend, a kiss, or a date, and as time goes I fear it’s too late, I know that sounds crazy for twenty is young but I strive to be loved only by one. I wonder if the man in store for me is looking and searching for his bride to be. If this is true and he longs to meet his wife I pray God would unite us so we could start our life. Confidence I have but only a little when I see girls walk by bleach-blonde, tall, fit as a fiddle, it hurts me to see the men turn and stare, I’m forced to wonder why is life so unfair. She gets all the attention men fall at her feet their blinded to see her beauty lies only skin deep. Judge me by my cover you’ll miss what’s inside, I think I’m a great catch, a gem, and real prize. I’m nice, sweet, and funny, strong, smart, and brave, yet sometimes I feel I should hide in a cave. I feel invisible to more than just men I think I’m plain and simply blend in. Tears I cry for I long to stand out but I’m not the type of woman to be loud and shout, instead I am quite, content, and shy and for this reason I’m often passed by. I know God has a plan and his timing is perfect but really I wonder am I even worth it? In my twenty years what have I done to better the world and show them the Son, I love my neighbor, and help when I can, all the time longing for the touch of a man never really focused on the matter at hand. This void I feel surrounds me day after day and empty I’ll remain until I trust God’s perfect way. “No one will believe you’re beautiful unless you believe it first,” those words from a dear friend make me want to burst. It’s hard to see beauty when in my eye I behold someone unlovable, at least I think so. Don’t get me wrong for love I’ll one day have it’s just hard to be patient and act like I’m glad. I’ve got to stop worrying what the future may hold and just follow God for I am his mold. I’ve started to let go from my “need” for a man I’ve decided to let God do what he can. Pride by the side my heart off this fence, fall completely into God I’ll be caught by my prince.