Don't tell me that I'm beautiful
Until you've seen the marks
Etched in my skin
And the ones on the inside,
on my heart, that I hide
Don't tell me that I'm strong
Until you've seen me break down, fall apart
Time and time again
And cry until the tears no longer come
Don't tell me that I'm a wonderful person
Until I shut you out completely
And push you away
Because I promised myself
That you are just like the rest
And you'll get tired of me too
Don't tell me that I'm lovely
Until you've seen what nights are like
And the terror that sometimes possesses me
Seen me sob and tremble and question "why me?"
Until I run out of air and collapse
Don't tell me that I'll get through this
That this is only temporary
Until you've seen the inner torment
Inside of my mind
And the Demons that refuse to be silent
But if you have seen that other part of me
The scars, pain, insecurities, and bitterness
That I hide
The voices that whisper during the day
And the screams during the night
The darkness lurking behind my smile,
And you stay by my side
And think I'm truly beautiful
Then maybe, just maybe I believe you
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
