" You're beautiful " he said.
I know.  I've never denied that.
I said I feel pressured.
I feel silenced.  
I see you pushing and pulling parts of me that makes me--
--Into something unrecognizable.  
And then I watch as you step back and admire
  Gazing  though every scar you placed and called it beautiful.  
Every misplaced tear used to polish this shell I've become.
" You just don't understand. I do it because I care."
Yes . You care what image I may or may not show.
You care what others might think of me.
You care.
But never listen.  
Couldn't have heard the voice I once so proudly boasted.
And now you look at me in complete and utter shock; when all you hear now..
..Is a mere whisper.  
A shadow of the laughter and confidence I once radiated.
" don't cry. You're too pretty to feel that way.
I did that because I care. "
You've suppressed and chained my spirit, and contained it .
" You mean so much to me, but you've changed.  You don't speak much to me anymore "
.... I let my guard down and I'm paying for it.
I sit here looking into the abyss.
And I Come here to listen,
to the song of the caged bird sing,
" You're beautiful."