Beautiful
I am Beautiful
This I do not choose to believe
But how can I be so naive?
I think to myself
“Everything about you is imperfect”
But who can really say that they’re perfect?
I hate my own reflection
It makes me cry
Just like raindrops from the sky
I don’t like who I am
But nobody said that it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
I stare at myself
I don’t like what my eyes are able to see
This can’t be me
I am broken
But it’s not my face that’s beaten
It’s my heart that’s been eaten
I am beautiful
This I have come to believe
But how could I have been so naive?
I think to myself
“Nothing about you is imperfect”
Who can really say that they’re perfect?
My reflection shines like a star
It makes me smile
I’ve never seen something such worthwhile
I love who I am
But nobody said that it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
I stare at myself
I love what my eyes are able to see
This can’t be me
I am beautiful
But it’s not my face that shows it
It’s my heart that portrays it
Copyright © Tatianna Leachet | Year Posted 2017
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