Wallflower

Beautiful

How many people actually call me beautiful.

Not to hit on me, but as a complement out of love.

Tops, three people.

Three people that really mean it.

And when people call me beautiful, later on in the day, I look in the mirror.

I don't believe them.

The mirror lies, the people are just being nice, and I am undecided.

But they constantly tell me over and over,"you're beautiful".

I am starting to believe them.

And when I look in the mirror, I get glimpses of what they are talking about.

But they never fail to run away.

I just hope what they are saying is true and hope that I see what they see one day.