The voices in my head are louder than all the others,
they say I'm pretty,
pretty enough to sell my body,
pretty enough that I don't need to work.

They tell me I am strong,
strong enough to keep the tears in,
strong enough to hold you
but not let you in to the hidden chambers of my heart.

They say I'm okay,
okay enough that I can keep going,
They say it's all good,
they say it's all true.

But I want to be beautiful for myself,
not for someone else,
I want to be strong with someone,
not for someone,
I want to say I'm okay,
and really mean it.