they told me that true beauty was on the inside,
so i tore myself open,
slit my skin,
hoping that some beauty would leak out,
but all that was left of my ceaseless attempts,
were ugly scars,
lining my wrists, hips, and thighs,
reminding me once and again,
that i had not a single ounce of beauty in me,
so i guess, im not beautiful, in any way.

*((-laetitia))