Everyone Tells Me
Everyone tells me I'm gorgeous
That I have stunning features to die for,
But I must have gone blind,
Because I can't see them anymore.
When I know they're being honest,
I still think it's a lie,
I look into a mirror
I'm so ugly I want to cry.
I see a disabled person,
or someone who's lost their arm or knee,
I see much potential in them,
But can't see it in me.
Why it is my vision is impaled?
And I can't marvel at what others view
why do I contend with myself
and see so much beauty in you?
Copyright © Autumn Bell | Year Posted 2016
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