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.