Don't tell me
that I'm beautiful
because beautiful people
don't sit in their rooms every night
wondering if anyone cares about them
Don't tell me
that I have pretty eyes
because all I use them for is crying
the bloodshot red overcomes the blue-grey
and shows the weakness
Don't tell me
that I'm not fat
because when I look in the mirror
all I see is my flabby body
and the abhorrent imperfections
Don't tell me
that my scarred skin is fine
because all I see are flaws in my growth
and stretch marks are the reason
for my tiresome adolescence
Don't tell me
that people love me
because loved people don't stand in the corner at parties
wanting it to all be over
because they aren't good enough
Don't tell me
that I am lovely
because lovely people
don't push the ones that mean the most to them
onto a boat, out to sea