I have been called beautiful
By a couple of people
But they just make me laugh
Because they don't know me
Because their not you
Whose seen my stretch marks
And seen the scars
Who knows all my secrets
They dont know
Who I am
Because its only when I'm with you
That the real me comes to life
So they don't see something beautiful
They see unkown territory that
They attempt to uncover
But never will
Because their not you
So when they say I'm beautiful
I simply laugh
But when you say it
I'm silent
Because I take each syllable in
Analyzing that beautiful has
As many syllables as my first name
And that your looking at me
With that spark of raw passion
With the intensity of what you conceive
The truth to be
So maybe I'm beautiful
But only to you.