He knew that she was perfect,
And he told her that her imperfections only added to her beauty,
But through some twisted witchcraft
She did not believe him.

She couldn't see the beauty that lay inside.
No matter how hard she looked in the mirror,
It only showed her the exterior of her body.
She thought that she couldn't see anything else because
There wasn't anything on the inside
That was worth seeing.

She hated what was inside of her
Because nobody else could see it
As clearly as she could.
They were unable to see
The hatred, the anger and the lies
She had woven to protect herself.

He thought he knew what she was,
But everything he saw
Was the lie she wanted others to see.
She hated herself and she wished
That he would hate her too.

But he knew that deep down,
She knew she was beautiful
And that her core was not rotten.
Despite what she thought of herself,
He still believed in her.

She thought nobody could see through her and that if they did,
They would hate who she really was.

Even though nobody else could see through her,
He could,
And even though nobody else would love her for who she really was,
He did.