You tell me that I am beautiful.
I want so much to believe your words.
But when I look in the mirror, what I see is not beautiful.
I dismiss your words even though it hurts me.
There is a voice that tells me the exact opposite.
Most of the time the voice wins because it is louder.
It is so loud it hurts my ears and I cannot think.
You are the one I want to believe...
But I am unable too.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 1:32 AM UTC
You tell me that I am beautiful.
I want so much to believe your words.
But when I look in the mirror, what I see is not beautiful.
I dismiss your words even though it hurts me.
There is a voice that tells me the exact opposite.
Most of the time the voice wins because it is louder.
It is so loud it hurts my ears and I cannot think.
You are the one I want to believe...
But I am unable too.
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