do not
call me beautiful

tell me that even
in the depths of
sorrow
you see me.

tell me that you see
how it lights up my heart
when a pretty sunset
ends my day.

tell me that you see
the way I talk
when I'm describing my
favorite book.

tell me that you see
everyday I tear myself down
and tell me you hate it,
tell me to stop

tell me that you see
my heart and my soul
not just the visibility