I would call myself beautiful.
I was beautiful.

I had sleek, long, straight hair,
black that faded to brown
I wore my hair usually in waves straight was boring
Pretty hair, people would say

My eyes
They're brown, I wouldn't call them dull
Pretty eyes, people would say

My eyelashes
My favorite
Long. but straight
I curled them, if I didn't it was still okay

now

My hair..
I chopped it off.  
6 months ago, it's almost at my behind again
Dyed it dark brown with a twinge of red
Never in waves anymore, I don't have the time
I don't need to look pretty for anyone but myself
pretty hair people still say

My eyes
Still brown, not dull
A little bit red, the tired shows
don't cry, pretty eyes
It's not worth it

Lashes
straight
no effort in a curl
I can't curl them if I'm going to be crying
right?

I look in the mirror but I don't feel beautiful anymore.

I look inside myself and I wish people could see that.  
My words, hopes, dreams, morals, me.  

I wish I could be inside out...
I wish you could see what you've done to my insides.

*from beautiful on the outside, to the insides, to not wanting to feel anything anymore