Beautiful

Dear Dear.. Dear, love of my life..

I wish I were gorgeous to kill my strife.

But please please, hold on to your pity,

I may not look perfect, but I know that I’m pretty.

I know that I’m beautiful.

Mirror mirror.. Mirror on my wall.

Show crystal clear skin, no porcelain flaws.

I’m a tease, a tease.. A tease on the surface.

Eyebrows are sisters, but mine have to look perfect.

Mine have to look beautiful.

My energy’s drained, none left for the rest of my days.

My routine has changed, but it applies all the same.

Beauty is pain, and purple is Royalty.

Cute and insane, but I’m all about loyalty.

My past is my hangnail, so I had to clip the cuticle.

The scale will never stop until it says I’m beautiful.

I’m so beautiful.

Fat, but no lipo. One size can not fit all.

Sweet, but I’m psycho, and wear black in the fall.

Folks are nice on the inside, more than I ever could be.

They’re the humblest creatures that I ever would see!

And they all can be beautiful!

Insecurity has slashed up my arms.

My perfect skin is all covered in scars.

Carve myself, because I never felt pretty enough.

Starve myself, until I’m finally skinny enough.

Until I’m finally beautiful.

I have to put my face on, or else, I’ll look like Jason.

Whenever there is rainfall, dolling up is painful.

Just tell me when it hurts, stop. Build-a-bitch workshop.

Since I know that I am beautiful, I’m searching for he who looks suitable.

Suitable to me, for little old beautiful me.