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You say that I am so beautiful Well thanks I guess I'm sure you do believe I am beautiful But your belief can't stand up alone to the years of that one violently, force-fed bit of knowledge I am ugly Nothing can ever change that You can't just destroy what I know in my heart of hearts Years of pain, hurt, betrayal, abuse, they all speak otherwise If I was beautiful then everyone would understand that Sure they say that you can have your opinion and you can But it doesn't hold under the assault of years evidence saying othewise You're lonesome belief can't make me see what you see What you see is biased by your love What they saw wasn't They saw the pure, unadutured view of myself and my life They saw it and were disgusted They abused me They used me They raped me They hated me But they were right I am not beautiful I am detestable and disgusting I am useless and worthless You look and you see beauty But what I see inside myself tell me you're wrong Well thanks for trying Maybe someday I can even allow myself to believe you Until then...........