Every thing you say,
its a lie.
Flattery.
You make me feel beautiful in some way,
But I'm not beautiful.
If I was my beauty would be distorted to the third degree.
What beauty is there in anxiety?
Having a heart of an optimist,
But a head of a pessimist.
Head before heart.
What beauty is there in depression?
Weighing on my shoulders.
When ever I see you I want to scream get away from me.
What beauty is there in ADHD?
When you talk I can focus,
I don't want focus.
It brings me pain.
The pain of the real world.
What beauty is there in OCD?
Obsessive, and compulsive.
Two words that describe me perfectly.
Your not me.
If you were you would know I have no beauty.
