When He tells you, "You're beautiful.",
Don't believe Him.
Because it will rattle every bone and
Tear your heart
Until there's nothing left but
Pasty skin.
When He tells you, "You're art.",
Tell Him to *******.
Because once He strips down Your
Walls of insecurity to
Make you feel secure,
You'll end up being locked in Your
Own ******* head
With His words at
Your throat about to cut You raw.
When You finally build up courage to leave
The Ghost and You run
Home to nothing but Your own
Monster
And you face the mirror, You will finally say,
With salty cheeks and shaky limbs,
"I am beautiful", and
You will believe it.