I've never seen myself a handsome man.
Handsome like the guys who always have the right look, the right smile, the right people in their life, filled with confidence with no insecurities drowning them. A man who has the perfect world between love and desires. But at peace with his respects. I see myself no different than a shadow or just that empty man in the background like a background noise but with no sound.
(If that makes sense)
I'm no stud...
But I accept myself.
My smile may not be pure as gold.
My world may be dark and gloomy.
But my loyalty has grown truthfully
My mistakes taught me how to survive all the storms before the handsome ones took the light and rainbows.
I'm no handsome man.
But I'm a good man